The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for a mature audience. Do not continue if you are immature or find such stories offensive. This story is written to appeal to those who have a particular interest in breast expansion fantasies (BE). Although many BE enthusiasts may prefer stories that portray fantasy situations involving rapid expansion and surrealistic proportions, it is the intention of this story to deal with the subject on a more believable and realistic level. While this story is pure fiction, it is inspired by real life cases of true BE and is based on proven scientific principles and current biotechnological advances. In other words... it could really happen.
BE-coliby Chimerian
Part one: The Beginning
Dr. Allen locked the door of his private office and dimmed the lights. He breathed a heavy sigh as he sat at his desk and stared blankly at the certificates, the diplomas, and the awards that adorned his office walls. He wondered if his career was at an end and if his hopes and dreams of ever becoming a Nobel Prize winner and a hero of modern medicine were about to be destroyed with him being branded as the man responsible for one of the biggest medical blunders in history. He thought back to the day when he began his research, searching his mind for just when it was that he made that fatal error in his judgment that started things going so wrong.
Everything had all started with such good intentions. Ever since he was a small child when his mother had passed away from breast cancer, he had aspired to someday become a great scientist and to be the one to find a cure for that awful disease. Dr. Allen had begun his research based on the studies that showed that women who breast-feed have a reduced risk of ever getting breast cancer. After many years of study and testing and genetic research he finally isolated the hormonal element that caused this effect and eventually determined the human genetic factors that created these hormones. The next step was to synthesize the hormone using recombinant DNA technology. By splicing the human gene that produced the hormone into the genetic structure of an E-coli bacteria he was able to create a bacteria that could secrete the hormone. Finally the day came when he succeeded in synthesizing enough of the hormone to be able to start human testing. But soon found that the hormone was very unstable and would start breaking down within hours of its synthesis. And to make matters even more difficult the hormone was absorbed and utilized in the body very slowly making it necessary to administer the serum in hourly injections or to use an intravenous drip for a period of several days to achieve the desired level of cancer immunity. But, in spite of all the problems and at great expense, he was able to complete some initial tests on human volunteers that were willing to spend a week in the laboratory where the serum could be administered as soon as it was synthesized. The results of the initial testing were quite successful in making a woman totally immune to breast cancer. The serum did however prove to be totally ineffective on males and pre-pubescent females as they lacked the genetic and/or hormonal compliment to make the serum work. But there was one major side effect that he hadn't expected. Two days into the testing all of the women involved in the test were starting to notice a change. They were noticing that their breasts were starting to swell. It wasn't much at first but after a few more days it was becoming quite apparent. The doctor seriously considered terminating the testing pending a reevaluation of this peculiar effect, but all the women involved insisted that they had no problem with a little increase in size, it was a bonus they felt to gaining the cancer immunity. The degree of breast growth seemed to be directly related to the degree of cancer protection achieved. As he soon determined, in administering enough serum to elevate the level of cancer protection to 100%, the serum would also cause a permanent increase in breast size of about 20%. Since it was apparently impossible to eliminate this one side effect, Dr. Allen decided that is was a small price to pay to achieve the desired protection. In fact there were two women in particular who were quite willing to endure extending the unpleasant treatment another week just to achieve a greater enhancement, but due to the high costs and labor involved, the doctor was reluctant to accommodate their wishes.
Dr. Allen was faced with a real obstacle. Even though he had found what seemed to be an absolute prevention for breast cancer, it seemed virtually impossible to offer his discovery to the world. Synthesizing and administering the serum in this manner was far too costly and inconvenient. It seemed that the whole project was doomed to fail.
It was at this point that Dr. Allen was approached by Acme, a major drug company, who offered him complete financial backing as well as a fully equipped high tech research facility to work in, but it soon became evident that the drug company had a completely different interest in the project. Their attitude was that there was much more money to be made in marketing the serum not as a medical breast cancer cure but as a breakthrough in the breast augmentation industry. They wanted to capitalize on a market of women who they believed would be willing to pay a much higher price just for the breast enlargement aspects of the serum with the added benefit of the breast cancer protection as only a secondary bonus. Dr Allen was quite annoyed with the attitudes and intentions of the drug company, and seriously considered scrapping the whole project to prevent such an exploitation of his discovery, but in the interest of science and the common good of humanity he reluctantly decided to accept their help as he could see no other way to continue his research on perfecting his cure. To make matters even more difficult for him, the Acme company also decided to assign one of their own research assistants, a Dr. Larry Biggs to assist in his research. Dr. Allen found him to be annoying and difficult to work with but managed to tolerate him just to keep the Acme people happy and to keep the project funded.
After several months and many failed efforts at making the serum more stable, Dr. Allen finally hit upon a solution by selecting a short-lived strain of the e-coli bacteria normally found in the human intestine to use for the recombinant DNA synthesis of the serum. Eventually he succeeded in cloning a strain of the bacteria that would produce a significant level of the hormone. His intention was to administer the living bacterial culture orally and the weakened bacteria would thrive in the digestive system for no more than 24 hours with the body slowly absorbing the serum as it is produced by the bacteria. The bacteria could be easily cultured in milk combined with a yogurt culture, which made for a very palatable way of taking the serum. An eight ounce daily serving of this special yogurt taken for six days would give nearly total breast cancer immunity while increasing the size of an average breast by about only one bra cup size.
The Acme Drug company was quite pleased with Dr. Allen's progress and were already planning their marketing strategy. The bacterial culture was given the acronym "BE-coli" for its breast expanding quality. It was their intention to market the culture as a high priced, breast expanding, nutritional food supplement rather than a drug in a effort to circumvent certain FDA restrictions and to get it on the market sooner. Scarcely a week after isolating the culture, company officials were putting a lot of pressure on Dr. Allen to deliver the cultures so that the manufacturing process could begin. He had insisted on further testing of the cultures before releasing them, but with great trepidation he finally gave in when they threatened to take him off the project and turn his work over to his assistant, Dr. Biggs. It was only a matter of a few more days before the product was to hit the market, and the results of the testing he had conducted so far at least proved to be totally safe. As expected all the test volunteers had experienced a full cup size of increase after a week of treatment with no other side effects.
But as things go, something always ends up going wrong. One of the test subjects, a young flat chested woman named Jean, dropped out on the first day of testing after having a change of heart, and decided not to continue with the treatment. The doctor assured her that having had only one dose she would probably notice no significant effect whatsoever. It was ten days later that Jean showed up once again in Dr. Allen's office.
"Dr. Allen?", Jean said shyly. "I think we have a problem you should know about."
Putting down the report he was studying he peered over his glasses at the attractive young lady standing before him. "What is it," he asked. "Is everything alright?
The girl unbuttoned her jacket and held it open. "Look at me," she said looking down at her chest. "They're getting bigger."
The doctor stared at her for a moment before realizing just what she was saying. Her chest did not seem especially big, he guessed her to be no more than a b-cup in size.
"When I came in to you last week I was only an a-cup," She added. "And I'm now wearing a b-cup bra and it too is starting to get a bit tight. I mean it's not that I mind them getting bigger, I'm finding that I really like the way they feel now, but from what your said this wasn't supposed to happen, was it?"
It was a few moments before the magnitude of just what she was saying finally struck him. "No, that can't be," he finally said. "You only had one dose. And the effects should have lasted no more than 24 hours." Dr. Allen was getting concerned. "If you don't mind I need to conduct one simple test."
Soon his suspicions were confirmed. The test showed that the BE-coli bacteria was still thriving in the young woman's system, and was still producing a steady flow of the breast growth hormone. The doctor knew that solving this girls problem was just a simple matter of giving her a few capsules of a mild antibiotic to kill off the bacteria. But the real problem was just why the bacteria was still present in her system.
"Can I wait a few more days before taking these?" she asked coyly. "My boyfriend really likes how big they're getting."
Dr. Allen nodded and Jean smiled as she left the office, leaving him standing there to ponder the seriousness of the situation. He realized then that he had to stop the release of the product. He called an emergency meeting of the board of directors and demanded that they stop BE-coli from hitting the market. But things had already gone too far and the Acme company was not willing to halt their marketing strategy based on this one girl's situation. They felt that Dr. Allen could give no evidence that the serum culture was unsafe, and that this one case was probably just a fluke of nature easily correctable with inexpensive antibiotics, and if there was an occasional reoccurrence of this problem, it would be far less costly to deal with each case on an individual basis.
Dr. Allen stormed back to his laboratory to conduct a few more tests. After another day of testing, he was finally able to determine that somehow the BE-coli bacteria cultures had become much more resilient than he had previously tested. The bacteria was now able to thrive indefinitely in the human system all the while producing a constant flow of the breast growth hormone.
As Dr. Allen pondered the possibilities of what was to come, the BE-coli product was already on the market, and in the hands of thousands of women wanting to have bigger breasts. He laughed quietly to himself as he though how the Acme company was going to make a fortune, for about a week that is, until things progress to the point that they will be forced to recall the product and offer antibiotic treatment to all women affected. He took some satisfaction at least in knowing that even though Acme was still going to make a lot of money, they were not going to make anywhere near as much as they had originally planned.
But there was still one more factor that wasn't considered. Mona, one of Dr. Allen's laboratory assistants was noticing something that she thought she had better call to his attention.
"Dr. Allen," she said with a concerned tone "I think I need to show you something." Unbuttoning her blouse she exposed her lacy black c-cup bra, well filled with her pale pink flesh bulging noticeably over the top. "I think my own breasts are getting bigger."
"Very nice," the doctor responded, impressed at the sight of her perfect bosom. "Then I assume that you must have sampled the serum yourself. When did you do so?"
"That's just the problem, I never did. I was never intending to, I was quite happy with my breasts the way they were."
Dr. Allen was himself was now getting really concerned. Taking a saliva sample from Mona he tested it for the bacteria. To his dismay the test proved positive. He wasn't sure just what to think. On a hunch he tested his own saliva and as he feared it might, the test also showed positive. Now Dr. Allen was starting to feel a bit panicked. He wasn't at all concerned at how the serum would affect himself, men were genetically impervious to the effects. He was far more concerned at just how he himself became contaminated. Grabbing a handful of test tubes he began taking saliva samples from other people in the building, both people inside and outside of his department. After evaluating the results of the tests, to his dismay more than 30% of the people tested showed positive to having the BE-Coli bacteria active in their system.
Dr. Allen's face flushed hot as he realized the seriousness of the situation. The BE-Coli bacteria culture had not only become more resilient, it had become contagious! The bacteria was now capable of being transmitted from one person to another by casual contact. A mere kiss could spread the bacteria, or even just sharing a coffee cup. Men and even children who contract the bacteria could unknowingly harbor it in their systems indefinitely with no effect to themselves, but they could be carriers of the bacteria, spreading it unwittingly to anyone they had close contact with.
What a twist of fate this was. This plague which has now unwittingly been released upon the world may benefit womankind with the total eradication of breast cancer, but at what price? Every woman who comes in contact with the bacteria will experience at least some degree of breast growth before ever having a clue that she has been infected and realizes the need to take the antibiotic. And what about those women who are uninformed and unaware? How much breast growth will they endure before they think to seek medical attention?
It didn't take much calculating to figure out that although the product has only been on the market just a few of hours, it has already been distributed nationwide. Within a matter of days virtually every person in the country could potentially be infected with the bacteria. He guessed that after the first week women across the country might be just starting to notice their breasts beginning to swell. By the end of the second week women would be getting increasingly concerned by their still-expanding bosoms, and at that point they might start seeking medical attention. Dr. Allen calculated that by the time this big breast epidemic could ever be brought under control, if indeed it could, the average breast size of the American woman could increase by as much as 2 to 3 cup sizes.
Dr. Allen called another emergency meeting of the board of directors and presented them with his findings and his projections of what could potentially happen if something wasn't done immediately to check the spread of this infection. After much argument as to who was actually to blame for this huge medical blunder and how to best handle the situation with a minimum of financial loss, the Acme company officials decided against Dr. Allen's advice to immediately recall the product , and decided to immediately start investing in Bra manufacturing companies expecting that in the new few weeks the bra industry was going to skyrocket.
Thoroughly disgusted with the Acme company's unmitigated greed and a total disregard for the well-being of humankind, Dr. Allen again stormed out of the meeting and retreated to his office.
So now here he was, the great Dr. Phillip Allen, biotechnologist and medical madman locked in his office and hiding from the world wondering just what to do next. He was determined not to let Acme get away with taking financial advantage of this whole situation at the expense of the public. Picking up the phone, Dr. Allen dialed the National Center for Disease Control and informed them of the situation. He followed up the phone call by uploading to their computers his complete report on BE-coli. Now the situation was totally out of his hands. Soon this place was going to be crawling with government people and the media and he had no desire to be there when they showed up. There was nothing more he could do anyway, so he figured that it was high time to disappear for a while and take the long vacation that he had denied himself for so long. As he packed up a few things into a box and headed quietly out a back entrance, he had just the place in mind where he could retreat to.
Part Two: Day one
It was eight o'clock sharp when the door of the health and nutrition store finally opened up. Sara had been waiting patiently since seven-thirty giving her plenty of time to study the posters in the window touting the arrival of the new "Healthy Woman brand BE-coli Culture, Breast Health and Enhancement Formula". Since she had heard of it a few weeks earlier she had been eagerly awaiting the day of it's release. Sara was quite flat chested and was willing to try anything to improve her bustline regardless of the expense, and from all that she had read about this new BE-coli product it sounded like a dream come true.
"Is it in? Is it here?" she asked the clerk eagerly, barely giving him time to get his key out of the door.
"Yes it is, young lady" he replied a bit impatiently. "And we have it locked up right over here behind the counter in the refrigerator. Its quite expensive you know. At ninety-nine dollars a jar, were going to be treating it like gold. So, young lady how many jars would you like? If you buy it by the six pack its only five hundred and fifty."
Sara dug into her purse and produced a few tens and twenties and a lot of small change, she had scraped together all the money she had and was able to come up with barely enough to purchase only one jar of the magical formula. "Its a start," she thought. "Maybe in a few weeks I'll be able to buy another jar."
"Of course I will need to see your I.D., young lady," the man insisted. "We're not allowed to sell this to anyone under eighteen, you know."
Luckily Sara had just turned eighteen a month earlier. The man placed one small blue box containing the precious jar of formula into a small bag and Sara placed the package carefully into her purse.
Sara wanted to take her prize home and hide in her room as she savored the experience of consuming it, but aside from the fact that she had only five minutes to make it to school on time, her mother would totally flip out if she knew that she had gone ahead and spent so much money on a something that her mom had already forbidden, telling her not to be "gullible and stupid enough to waste any money on such nonsense."
As she sat in the back of her first period math class, she had no interest in listening to the teacher's lesson. Her mind was on the package in her purse. She was going to wait until lunchtime to open it but she just couldn't restrain herself. Sneaking the box open she carefully pulled out the small pink jar and studied it closely. The jar was attractively pear shaped with a blue lid and it came with a small blue plastic spoon. Sara thought that perhaps she could sneak a few spoonfuls without anyone seeing. Twisting the lid and breaking the seal, the lid made a small but audible 'pop' which got the attention of Sara's friend Jenny sitting at the next desk.
"Psst, Sara", Jenny whispered. "What is that?
"Shhh," Sara responded quietly as she revealed to Jenny what she held hidden in her hands. Taking a small spoonful of the formula she popped it into her mouth. It was smooth and rich and creamy and tasted of strawberry. The thought of her consuming something that could actually make her breasts grow gave her a bit of a thrill and she could feel her nipples tingle slightly with the excitement.
"Is that what I think it is?" Jenny whispered again a little louder. Sara nodded and grinned in affirmation.
"Oooh, lemme see, lemme see" Jenny quietly pleaded, and with that Jenny reached over and snatched the open Jar from Sara.
"Give it back!" Sara said, trying not to raise her voice.
"I just want to see it, ...and maybe just take a little taste." Soon all the girls seated in the back of the class were trying to see too just what was going on. Luckily the teacher was obliviously focused on writing the weeks problems on the board. Jenny dipped her finger into the creamy formula and popped it into her mouth.
"I wanna taste it too", another girl said. Before Sara knew it the jar was being passed around the classroom with all the girls dipping their fingers in to take a taste and all the guys making jokes at Sara expense. Sara was anguished. She wanted her precious jar back. If she had thought this ever would have happen she never would have shown it to her friend. Finally it was Dexter the class nerd that was the only one nice enough to bring the jar back to Sara, but by the time she got it back the jar was empty. Sara was nearly in tears.
After class Jenny apologized to her for letting things get out of hand. "I'll buy you a whole new jar right after school okay? I've got my dad's credit card and we can go straight there and buy you a new jar and one for me too, okay? Sara agreed.
But later that afternoon when they got back to the store they found nothing but more disappointment. The clerk explained that just a few hours ago he had gotten a phone call that the product had been recalled without any explanation, and that somebody from the state had just come in and confiscated his entire remaining stock of the formula. He added that before they took it all away though, he manage to sell well over two hundred jars of the stuff.
Sara was very upset, not only did she lose her money and not get her jar of formula, but now its been recalled for "God knows what reason" and now she'll never have the boobs she's dreamed of.
When Sara got home that afternoon she was feeling pretty down. As she passed through the kitchen she grabbed a handful of cookies and pulled out of the fridge a full gallon jug of milk. Popping off the lid she chugged down a few swallows before her mom scolded her from he next room about not drinking directly from the carton lest she spread germs. Sara grumbled and taking her cookies, she retreated to her room.
That evening on the news there was a brief report about the recall but it only said that the Acme company was under investigation for FDA violations and although the product was not considered unsafe for consumption, it was being removed from the stores until further notice. Sara was greatly saddened. As she lay in her bed that night and drifted off to sleep she caressed her small flat breasts and thought longingly of the full round voluptuous breasts that she could've had. Maybe it was her imagination but she thought she felt a slight tingling sensation in her nipples.
Part Three: One Week After
Sara had pretty much forgotten about the incidents of the previous week, and the whole incident with the breast formula was now pretty much history. So, as she dressed that morning, the slight swelling she noticed in her bosom pretty much wasn't given even a second thought. It was not uncommon for her to have some swelling before her period anyway. She didn't even think of it again until that evening when her mom made an idle comment about her own breasts feeling a bit swollen. The thought crossed her mind about the formula but having had only a taste of it she knew that she could not hope for any effect at all, and since her mom coincidently was having the same sensation, she just dismissed the idea that any such thing could possibly be happening.
Two days later, though, the sensation was becoming decidedly more apparent. Sara studied her breasts in the mirror. She wasn't sure but she thought that she could actually see some difference and she was beginning to wonder. She had never worn a bra before and she didn't think she was anywhere near needing one so she again put the thought out of her mind. Although that day at school she did mention her observation to her friend Jenny.
"You too?" Jenny exclaimed. "I thought It was my imagination, but my bra seems to be fitting a bit tighter." Jenny unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse to reveal her pale pink flesh bulging slightly over the top of her lacy white b-cup bra. "See what I mean? You don't think this has anything to do with the formula do you? We only had just a taste of it, just like all the other girls in the class."
"Naw, it couldn't be... or could it?" Sara replied. Both girls smiled at the thought of the possibilities. "But let's not say anything yet, lets just wait and see if anyone else says anything first. This may be just nothing at all, and it may just go away, so for now we say nothing, okay?"
Jenny agreed, and the two friends giggled in hopeful anticipation that, somehow, something might possibly still develop from the formula.
Dr Allen stood on the balcony of his uncle's beach house and gazed out at the ocean. It was a clear spring day and the beach was alive with activity. Surfers rode the waves while children played in the sand and bikini clad beauties rollerbladed and bicycled along the boardwalk. This was the perfect place to retreat to where nobody would be able to find him. He wanted some time to think and to let this whole thing blow over. It had been more than a week since he turned the Acme company in to the Center for Disease Control. He had been studying the newspapers and watching the television for any reports on the situation. Aside from the initial recall by the FDA on the BE-coli formula, there was absolutely nothing at all being reported. "Just a few more days," he thought,"until the shit really hits the fan and the epidemic begins." As he watched the hundred or so people on the beach he wondered, "How many of these people are already infected. How many of these young women are beginning to notice that their bikini tops are getting a bit tighter. And just how long was anybody going to wait until they would begin to question what was happening." He speculated that the Center for Disease Control was waiting to see just how widespread the infection could be before taking any action. "Things are going to get pretty interesting around here over the next week," he mused.
Part Four: Two Weeks After
I was Monday morning and Sara gleefully studied her profile in the mirror. There was no longer any doubt about it, Sara was developing breasts and she was happy. For the first time ever she could wear something a little revealing and feel like she actually had something to show. Picking out a nice tight pink knit top she quickly dressed for school and giving her mom a quick kiss on the cheek she headed out the door.
"Sara, wait" her mom called after her, something catching her attention.
"Yeah, Mom?" She replied
Her mom just looked at her for a moment with a puzzled look on her face, something looked different about Sara, or maybe she just hadn't noticed lately just how much her daughter was growing up. "Um, have a nice day dear," she finally said.
"Okay, Mom, bye," Sara said as she hurried off to school feeling better about herself than she had in a long time. As she walked she wondered what was happening with Jenny, or any of the other girls at school for that matter. She hadn't talked to anyone since Friday. Soon her questions were answered by a very excited Jenny.
"Check it out, girl," Jenny exclaimed, as she pulled open her blouse showing off her new bra. "I've graduated from a 34-B to a 34-C! Ain't that great?" The two girls laughed and compared their newly developed assets. But to their amazement, when they finally talked to many of the other girls they found that they too were experiencing some of the same results. It seems that all the girls who had sampled Sara's jar of formula were having noticeable breast growth. But the odd thing about it was that three other girls in the class who didn't sample it were also noticing the same phenomenon. But regardless of whatever it was that seemed to be happening to all of them, nobody really had any concerns or complaints, they were all just happy to be filling out so nicely in the right places. Throughout the day, though, they began to realize that something was happening with nearly all the girls at school and some of the teachers as well. It seemed that almost everyone was noticing some degree of breast swelling over the last several days.
Later that afternoon Sara arrived home from school to find that her mom was not at home as usual. A note on the fridge explained that she had an appointment at the Doctor and that she'd be home soon. "Odd," Sara thought, "Mom never gets sick, I wonder what's up." Later when she arrived home, Sara asked if everything was all right.
"Well, the doctor gave me a complete physical," her mom replied, "and he says that everything checks out just fine and I'm in perfect health and there's no need for concern."
"About what?" Sara queried
"Well, it seems that over the last week my breasts have been swelling quite a bit for no reason and I thought I should have it checked out. All my bras are now too small to wear comfortably. The doctor says that I should just buy bigger bras and not worry about it. Funny thing though, the doctor said that I was the fourth person to come in today for the very same problem, but he said that could be nothing more than a strange coincidence, there's no way there could be any connection. Have you noticed any unusual swelling yourself, Sara?" her mom finally asked.
Sara looked little sheepish, she didn't quite know just what to say. She still didn't want to tell her mom about spending the money on the formula. "Uh, maybe I guess, a little bit." She stammered. "But no more than usual before my period." Sara, wanting to avoid any more conversation on the matter, retreated to her room. She didn't know just what to make of the whole situation, things were getting pretty strange.
That night on the evening news there was a brief report about several doctors who had reported to the health department about the coincidental occurrence of women complaining about unusual breast swelling. They stated also that they could find no sign of any infection or disease, and that so far none of the woman examined have had any complaints other than the small amount of breast enlargement. Some doctors believed it to be a sort of mass hysteria spawned by overactive imaginations. But they did advised anyone having such symptoms to please contact their doctors or the health department.
Dr. Allen shook his head as he watched the news report. "Just like I told them it would, this epidemic hits the news at right about two weeks. By this time tomorrow night they'll find out just how serious this situation really is."
Just as he predicted, twenty four hours later, the evening news had a special report about the mysterious epidemic of breast growth that was apparently sweeping the country. Since the previous nights report, doctors across the country have gotten thousands of phone calls reporting the very same symptoms. The National Center for Disease Control held a press conference to make a statement that the situation is under investigation and that so far there was no indication that this epidemic was of a harmful nature and that at this point there was no need for concern. They also stated in answer to the news reporters questioning that they are investigating a possible link to the release and subsequent recall of the BE-coli product that had hit the market two weeks earlier. The report also stated that the Acme company was refusing to make any statement on the situation at this time.
The next morning as he sat on the porch reading the morning paper, he stared out over the beach watching the people bask in the warm sun. He speculated that probably more than half of them were already infected with the BE-coli bacteria with the infection rate rising to more than ninety percent over the next week. Although it was not yet obviously discernable in public he guessed that most of the women infected had already experienced a degree of breast growth of more that a cup size. He wondered just what approach the authorities were going to take to deal with this epidemic, and why no action at all had been taken so far. He had sent them his report and his projections, and his outline for controlling the outbreak but apparently they must have thought his prediction to be too unrealistic and over cautious. He could only guess that they were waiting to see just what the magnitude of the situation was before taking any steps to control it. Perhaps they were waiting to see if the epidemic would "run it's course" like any other bacterial infection. But they should know this wouldn't happen. The BE-coli wasn't an invasive bacteria that would trigger the body's defense mechanisms, it was a natural symbiotic bacteria that could live indefinitely and undetectably in the human intestine. It was possible that in time this particular strain of bacteria could mutate and weaken and would eventually fade from existence, but that could take months if not years. He knew that waiting any longer to take any action was not going to diminish the problem in any way. But then, government bureaucracy and politics being what it is, he couldn't say for sure how long they might wait on this matter. But the longer they waited, the bigger the problem was going to be and the harder it would be to handle.
Part Five: Three weeks after
Sara sat on the edge of her bed cupping her now c-cup breasts in her hands. They felt warm and soft and wonderful. Giving her puffy nipples a gentle squeeze she felt a pleasurable shiver run up her spine. She didn't know just what to make of this whole "booby-bug" epidemic as it was now being called. Some people like her mom were upset by the idea of catching it, acting like growing bigger boobs was something awful. But Sara was enjoying the whole experience tremendously, she was now looking forward to each day in anticipation as her development progressed. Dressing for school she put on the brand new bra she had purchased the day before, her first bra ever. The fabric felt satiny and smooth against her skin. Adjusting the straps, it fit snug and secure, holding her new breasts upward and outward. She felt great.
As she came down the stairway she smiled at the sensation of he bosom bouncing with each step. Every day was now bringing new and pleasurable sensations out of ordinary motions.
"Good news, Sara", came her mom's voice from the kitchen. "The newspaper say's they expect to have a cure for the "booby-bug" in the next few days."
"Gee, Mom, umm..., that's great" Sara said with an unsure tone. It was not something that she really wanted to hear. She was enjoying being infected. She didn't want her boobs to stop growing just yet.
"None too soon," her mom added. "I'm now in a double-d bra and I really don't relish the thought of getting any bigger." Sliding her hands over her bosom she paused for a moment in thought, giving them a slight squeeze. "Though I am finding that I kinda like the way they feel now, I must be getting used to it. Besides, your father seems to have taken a new interest in me and has been a lot more attentive lately. Maybe its not such a bad thing after all."
Sara was a bit surprised by her mom's sudden difference in attitude. She had always been so prudish about her body and about sex. Perhaps this was a indication that things were changing for the better for her too.
Walking to school was now a more pleasurable experience than ever before. She found herself accentuating each step to increase the sensation of the bounce effect. For that matter she notice that many of the other girls that were walking to school were walking a little more lively. Nearly every girl at school now was showing some degree of breast enlargement and the whole school was buzzing with a general feeling of excitement. It seemed like all the girls were dressing more provocatively and were making more effort to flaunt their "assets'". All the guys too were excited with the changes that were happening. The air seemed filled with a sexual energy.
In Sara's social studies class they turned on the T.V. to watch the special report from the National Center for Disease Control. The media lately had been going crazy over the whole "booby-bug" epidemic, it was all that anybody was talking about. People calling in to radio and T.V. talk shows were telling all sorts of stories about their own breast growth experiences and making all sorts of speculations as to the causes of this whole epidemic. Some people were saying that they believe that it was because of chemical pollution, some blamed the addition of hormones to the nation's milk supply. Some feminist groups were claiming that it was the plot of a male chauvinistic dominated government trying to suppress and objectify women. There were even some who were claiming that aliens were bombarding earth with a growth ray to turn us all into human dairy cows to feed an alien race. But the prevalent and more accurate belief was that this epidemic was all related to the BE-coli cultures that so many women had sampled just three weeks earlier. The Acme company still was denying any connection to the epidemic. In all, public surveys revealed that more than sixty percent of the female population were not displeased with their breast growth so far, about ten percent thought it was a terrible affliction, and the other thirty percent were declining to say one way or the other pending further development. More than ninety percent of the men surveyed said that they think that the "booby-bug" epidemic was the greatest thing that has ever happened.
Finally, as the special report came on, the entire country was listening intently to find out just what has been happening. The Surgeon General began his announcement saying that he has some very good news to report as well as some bad news. He said that they had completed their investigation and had determined the course of events that had led up to this epidemic. He told about Dr. Phillip Allen and explained how he had, in his quest to discover a cure for breast cancer, discovered an anti-cancer hormone produced naturally in the human body. A hormone which also had one significant side effect, breast enlargement. And in his efforts to synthesize and administer the hormone and to immunize women against the disease he had produced the BE-coli bacteria, which would have been successful in its concept if it were not for the corporate greed and pressure of the Acme company to cash in on the discovery by forcing it into the marketplace prematurely. "The extremely good news that this epidemic bears is that any woman who has experienced any degree of breast growth is now immune to the threat of breast cancer. There is more good news in that the epidemic of breast growth is easily curable with common antibiotics. The next bit of news, which may be good or bad depending on the individuals point of view, is that the symptoms of breast growth are not reversible. The other bit of bad news is that the BE-coli bacteria is here to stay. Even though it can be easily cured in the individual, it is now in our environment and may be virtually impossible to eradicate completely. Many precautions will have to be taken to prevent reinfection." He went on to explain that the reason the epidemic spread so rapidly was that those who were initially infected spread the infection easily through any kind of close contact with family members, co-workers, etc. He also stated that men and children, and even household pets, although unaffected, were still carriers of the infection and needed to be treated as well to effectively control the epidemic. He outlined a plan that was already in motion where the government would distribute antibiotics to all households at no cost, as well as information packets on how to disinfect the home environment to prevent reinfection. He emphasized also that "to effectively control the epidemic it would require a total community effort and total commitment by all individuals to do their part."
As Sara listened to the broadcast she felt a bit disappointed that the epidemic was possibly at an end, things were getting so exciting. The whole thing sounded like people were going to try to make her do things that she didn't want to do. She placed her hands on her breasts and felt their soft fullness. Sara was determined to continue with her development and wasn't going to let anyone stop her.
After listening to the broadcast, Dr. Allen stood again watching the usual crowd on the beach. It seemed that there were many more people than normal, and the effects of the epidemic were readily more noticeable. It seemed that the women were much bustier and bouncier and the bikinis were much skimpier. In fact the whole beach community seemed to be filled with a flaunting and frivolous attitude. Women in their most revealing outfits were bicycling, and walking and rollerblading, and jogging and otherwise bobbing about the boardwalk. It seemed they all had big smiles on their faces as well.
As he watched the show before him he thought about how the broadcast he had just listened to was much too optimistic. They failed to consider one big factor, human nature.
Part Six: Four Weeks After
Again, as usual, Sara hid the little antibiotic pill in her pocket after having faked taking it. It had been three days since "BE-Friday", the day that was declared as an emergency holiday. It was a day to stay home from work and school to begin taking the three day course of antibiotic to cure the BE-coli infection, as well as to spend a the whole weekend cleaning and disinfecting the home environment while cleaning crews were cleaning and disinfecting businesses and public places. Sara's mom and dad were so thorough in following the directions in the information packet. They cleaned the house thoroughly, disinfecting the bathrooms and kitchen, throwing away all unsealed food and laundering everything that might be contaminated. They made it a family ritual to take the antibiotic pill every morning and evening, even giving a dose to Mitzi the family dog. Sara was able to fool them by hiding a similar looking vitamin tablet in their hand and switching it while her parents watched her take her daily dose.
As she walked to school she enjoyed the feel of her still bigger boobs bouncing with each step. Sara now was wearing her shirts a little looser to conceal her still growing breasts. She didn't want anyone to suspect that she might still be infected. At school she found Jenny was waiting for her by her locker. Jenny was in a foul mood.
"They made me take those stupid pills," Jenny complained. I really was hoping to get maybe just a little bigger, but I guess I have to settle for being just a double-d. That used to be considered pretty big but any more it seems to be just average."
"Oh well," Sara smirked. "Maybe that'll give me a chance to catch up to you."
"Hey, girl, whaddya mean by that? You're not still infected are you?"
"Shhh...," hushed Sara. "Don't tell anybody, but... I faked out my parents in taking the pills. Im still growing. See?" She held open her sweater. "I'm now in a d-cup."
"Jeez, Sara, way to go." Jenny said. "But how long do you think you can get away with it. Somebody's got to notice sooner or later. Besides, how big do you want to get."
"Bigger," Sara said thoughtfully as she felt her swelling bosom. "I don't know how much bigger yet, but I'll know when I get there. Then I'll take the damn little pills if I really have to."
Later that day an assembly was called to talk to the students about concerns over the epidemic. They addressed in particular the suspicion that many of the students may be willfully refusing to voluntarily take the distributed antibiotics in the interest of their own personal "gains". They stressed that to fully control and contain the epidemic, every student had to do their part to be responsible citizens and to fulfill their duty to their community and to report to the authorities any suspicions that anyone may have as to who may still be infected. They also stated that, if the epidemic was not under control within a week, the health department was going to begin daily supervised administering of antibiotics in school.
After the assembly Sara and Jenny were conspiring on just how they were going to beat the system. They didn't like the idea of anyone making them do something they didn't want to do. If they were going to be forced to take the antibiotic then they had to figure a way that they could keep reinfecting themselves.
"Let's go in here," Jenny whispered, pulling Sara into a utility room where no one could see. "You hafta do something for me... Kiss me."
"What?...", Sara stammered, a bit unsure of what she was wanting. "I like you, Jenny, and you're my friend, but..."
"I mean reinfect me, silly." Jenny said. "It's the only way to get the 'booby-bug' back in my system."
"Well, okay, I guess," Sara said with a little hesitation. "I'll do it."
The two girls pressed their lips together for a moment and parted. Sara thought it felt strange but at the same time pleasant.
"You think that was enough?" Jenny asked.
"I don't know..., maybe we should do it a little more." Sara replied with an unsure tone. "Maybe a little longer... and deeper?"
The two girls brought their lips together once again, this time they embraced, their full bosoms pressing against each other. Sara never expected that Jenny's lips would feel so soft and nice against her own. The sensation of Jenny's breasts against hers was exciting. Their lips parted and their tongues touched. The kiss seemed to last forever before the girls finally separated.
"Whew," gasped Jenny, catching her breath.
"That was very... um...,nice." Sara said breathlessly. "...But I think that maybe we should do this again tomorrow... you know, after we're sure that all the antibiotic is all out of your system."
"Yes..., I think so." Jenny agreed with a shy smile. "And maybe the next day too... just to be sure."
The two girls paused for a moment looking at each other before heading off to class. Both were left with the feeling that the bonds of their friendship were now maybe drawing a bit closer.
Part Seven: Five weeks after
Dr. Allen hung up the phone after talking to one of his trusted colleagues at the research lab. He was thinking that perhaps it was time that he came out of hiding. It seems that even though this epidemic came as a result of his work, he was still being commended for all that he had done to save lives by eradicating breast cancer. It was the Acme company and their corporate greed that was suffering the full blame for the epidemic and for causing things to get so much out of control.
The latest reports on the epidemic were not very encouraging. It seemed that in spite of all the efforts being made to stop the epidemic they have accomplished only about sixty percent containment, Fully about forty percent of the women in the country were still infected or have been reinfected and were still experiencing breast growth. Dr. Allen knew exactly why the epidemic was being so hard to control, people were not taking the whole problem seriously enough. The very people that were every day on the beach flaunting their burgeoning bustlines were typical examples of the kind of people that were keeping this epidemic going. It seemed that their primary concern was the fulfillment of their own personal desires. For the many men who were refusing to do their part in taking their antibiotics, it seemed that there was a certain thrill and a feeling of power to possess within them the ability to expand a woman's bustline with a mere kiss.
As he watched the people on the beach he guessed that there was not a woman in sight that was any less than a d-cup in size. The average size he estimated to be somewhere around a g-cup, but as to the largest size he observed, he wasn't even going to try to guess, some of them were positively huge with breasts like cantaloupes. He wondered how long it would take and just how big their breasts would have to get before they would take their situation seriously enough to seek to do their part in putting an end to this epidemic, if that were even possible to do at all.
During his stay at the beach house, Dr. Allen had plenty of time to do more research and testing on the BE-coli bacteria. He had set up a small laboratory in the kitchen where he could work on finding a possible solution to the epidemic. Finding fresh samples of the prevailing strain of the BE-coli bacteria was no problem. All he had to do was go to the beach ask almost any busty woman for a saliva sample. In time he was able to determine that the characteristics of the bacteria were far different than the bacteria he had originally developed. At first he thought that the changes were due to natural mutation, but this almost seemed to be a different bacteria entirely. The bacteria was highly acid resistant, which enabled it to thrive so well in the upper intestine. But in spite of all of his efforts he was not successful in determining any weaknesses in the bacteria which he could use to construct a more complete cure.
That afternoon as he strolled along the beach making his observations he found himself dwelling on things of a bit lower nature. As a scientist Dr. Allen had always made it a point to maintain his scientific objectivity in his approach to dealing with life. But now as he strolled in the warm sun and felt the cool sea breeze on his skin. He found himself not so much aware of the particular cross-section of society that populated the beach community, but he was finding himself more basically aware of the fact that here he was surrounded by beautiful half-naked voluptuous women and he was finding it quite stimulating in a very non-intellectual way. As he passed a very attractive and very busty, bikinied, woman in her mid-thirties who was lying on the sand reading, he couldn't help but notice that she was reading a book on advanced principles of psychology. It intrigued him that someone of such obvious intelligence should at the same time be one to fall into the same social category as all the others that populated the beach. Soon he found himself engaged in pleasant conversation with a woman who, to his surprise, was well-educated and who was both physically and intellectually stimulating. As it turned out, her name was Dr. Christina Fuller and she was a sociology professor at the university. She in turn was quite impressed to be actually meeting the man who had developed the BE-coli bacteria in spite of all the negative publicity he may have been getting. Before long he found himself being invited over to her apartment for a drink.
As they strolled back to her place, they talked about each others work, their careers and their aspirations. Soon they had dropped their professional formalities and were addressing each other by first name and were chatting like old friends. Phil, as he was now preferring to be called, was very impressed with this woman, Tina. For the first time in a long time he was able to have an intelligent social conversation with someone that wasn't totally boring as well as someone who could actually discuss at length the topics that were of interest to himself. Arriving back at her apartment he was impressed at the artful and cultured style of the decor in her home. Any intellectual woman he had ever known before had always lived in a very plain, practical, and unimpressive lifestyle. As she prepared them something to drink, he sat and studied her appearance. She was a very beautiful woman and had quite a shapely and voluptuous body. Her breasts were quite large and full and the way she carried herself, they were an impressive sight to behold. Dr. Allen guessed that her bra cup size must have been somewhere in the h-cup range. He couldn't help but wonder how full breasted she was to start with and if she were perhaps even still infected with the BE-coli bacteria. But what he wondered even more was just why someone of such obvious intellect was so obviously caught up in enjoying and indulging in the physical manifestations of the epidemic. She seemed so very pleased with herself as she now was, any sensible person, he thought, should have been distressed. Finally, Phil felt he just had to find out why, and posed the question to Tina in as tactful and professional a manner as he could.
Tina smiled and sat down on the sofa close to him, thinking for a moment. "I guess it's because I believe that all things happen for a reason. She finally said. "As I have studied the history of humanity, one of the things that I have always observed has been that out of every terrible event that has happened to humankind, some good eventually always results. Life changes and people adapt, and people learn new things about themselves. I think that this breast expansion epidemic had certainly not been one of the more terrible things to happen to mankind, but it certainly is one of the most life changing. I do believe that each and every one of us should do what we can and do our part to fight this epidemic, and beyond that we can only trust in providence that mankind will triumph. All we can do otherwise is learn to accept, and adapt."
Phil watched her soft green eyes as she spoke. He never knew anyone could be both philosophical and so sensual at the same time.
"When my breasts began to swell I wasn't sure just what to think." She continued. "At first I was afraid, thinking the worst, but when I realized that everyone shared the same symptoms, I felt it best just to go with the flow and accept and appreciate the positive side of what was happening. I decided that these new full breasts with their new feelings and sensations were something to be appreciated and enjoyed... and shared.
Tina looked deeply into Phil's eyes, he felt as if she were connecting to something deep within his heart and his soul. She slid her hands over her full bosom as she spoke now in a softer voice. He felt something stirring within himself that had for far too long been suppressed by higher thoughts.
"I think that you should know and experience just what the positive and wonderful side of this epidemic really is." She said as she slowly unfastened the straps on her bikini top. "And I would like to also like to express to you my appreciation for the wonderful changes that you and your work have made in my life."
Phil's eyes widened as she slipped off her top allowing her full and pendulous breasts to sway free. As she leaned toward him they bobbed and moved as if with a life of their own. He opened his mouth as if to speak but not knowing really quite what to say. As Tina pressed her lips full against his, Phil cupped the full soft flesh of her breasts in his hands. He had done many a breast exam before in his life but never had he felt a woman's breasts quite the way he was feeling them now. Soon their clothes lay on the floor and they were locked in passionate embrace. Tina lay atop Phil with her breasts full in his face. He had never before experienced such a sensation as being buried in the soft and secure vastness of so much breast flesh. Her skin felt electric against his. Sitting upward and guiding herself slowly down onto his erect manhood she began undulating her pelvis against his, feeling him plunge ever deeper within her. Her huge breasts bounced with her motions, her nipples stroking sensuously against his face. Grabbing a massive breast in each hand he guided her thick puffy nipples to his lips, first one then the other, tonguing and sucking them vigorously drawing them full into his mouth. Tina moaned in ecstacy as her body shuddered to climax again and again. Phil could feel the pressure building within his groin, his body convulsed and his skin tingled as he finally erupted in orgasm.
Time seemed to stand still as the two lovers lay resting, still locked in embrace. She felt so good within his arms, never had he felt so alive. As he lay with his head cushioned on her pillowy bosom he found himself thinking a little differently about this BE-coli epidemic, and that maybe what he had unleashed on the world wasn't really such a terrible thing after all.
Part Eight: Six weeks after
Sara and Jenny again met at their lockers after school to share gossip and to work on their plan. It had been announced in the news that the health department was developing a test for the BE-coli bacteria and they were going to begin mandatory testing, and no students would be allowed to attend school unless they tested free of the infection. The girls agreed that they still wanted to do what they could to keep themselves infected and growing, even though both of them were now bulging out of their double-d bras they still wore. Sara's bosom was now the same size as Jenny's who having been successfully reinfected was now growing again too. Both girls had been unable to obtain proper fitting bras, it seemed that all the stores were all sold out of the larger sizes. On the news they had said that the bra manufacturing industry has been having trouble keeping up with the demand, and that design engineers were working overtime to create new bras that would better accommodate a market of women whose national average bra size was now in the triple-d range and still growing.
Unable to think of what to do to beat the system, both girls were getting discouraged thinking that they would eventually have to give in. Just then Dexter, the school science nerd, came tripping down the hallway carrying an armload of books.
Jenny whispered to Sara that maybe Dexter, with a little "encouragement" could help them find a way to solve their problem. Sara agreed that it was worth a try.
"Oh, Dexter," Sara called coyly as he passed by. "Can we talk to you?" Suddenly distracting him from his thoughts and turning his attention to the girls he walked straight into a wall and dropped his books. Dexter stood looking a bit flustered as Sara and Jenny helped him pick things up. As the girls bent over they made it a point to give Dexter a good opportunity to catch a glance down their tops at their bulging cleavage.
"You like that don't you, Dexie?" Jenny said to him noticing that his eyes were transfixed by every undulation of her bosom. "I think you're really enjoying this whole BE-coli epidemic aren't you."
Dexter's face flushed red with embarrassment. "I... uh... suppose." he stammered, smiling shyly. "I think... um... it's kinda... neat."
"Aha, I knew it," Sara said teasingly. "Dexie's a breast man." With a girl on each arm they escorted Dexter into an empty classroom where they could talk privately. "And you're the just the person who can help us with a little problem."
With the two of the girls unbuttoning just a few of their buttons on their blouses, it didn't take much convincing to recruit Dexter's help. But when the girls explained to him what they wanted, they were surprised to find that he was already way ahead of them. It seemed that Dexter was a truly breast obsessed young man and he too was also very interested in prolonging the effects of the epidemic. In fact he was already successful in culturing the BE-coli bacteria in his own little basement workshop at home.
"Its really not hard to do" he explained, "It's cultured just the same as how you make your own yogurt at home. I used the empty Jar that you had on that first day to start the cultures from. I've already got several more jars of the stuff stashed away in the basement cooler.
Sara and Jenny were quite pleased at their good fortune in connecting with Dexter. And he was more than willing to do everything he could to help out these two buxom girls and to enjoy witnessing firsthand their continuing development.
Later that afternoon when Sara finally arrived home her mom confronted her, handing her another bottle of antibiotic tablets.
"I just came back from the doctor," her mom said, "I had noticed that my breasts were starting to swell again and so it seems that somehow I have been reinfected with the 'booby-bug'. So the doctor says we all have to take another course of antibiotics as well as re-clean and re-disinfect the entire house.
That was the last thing that Sara wanted to hear. She knew that it was probably herself that had reinfected her mom but she wasn't going to admit to anything. She thought that she would just have to be more careful to avoid any too close contact with her family.
"Sara have you been experiencing any more swelling?" her mom continued.
"No, Mom, nothing's changed since taking the antibiotic last time." Sara replied, shrugging her shoulders a little forward trying to make the size of her chest seem a little less obvious under her loose sweater. "Do I really have to take these silly pills again? They gave me a stomach ache last time."
"Well, I suppose not, if you're not having any symptoms you must not be infected. But your dad and your brother still have to. There's no other way to tell with them."
Sara was relieved at having faked out her mom again. Though she did feel a little guilty about having lied to her again. She knew that she wouldn't really be able to keep her still growing bosom from being noticed too much longer and that eventually her whole breast expansion experience as well as the whole epidemic would someday come to an end. But she was still going to do what she could to prolong the experience and stay in the lead. Someday when this whole thing was over she wanted to be one of the ones to end up with the biggest and the best bosom around.
Part Nine: Two months after
As Doctor Phillip Allen sat with Tina and watched the evening news, all he could do was shake his head in disbelief at how far this epidemic had progressed. Things were taking on a completely different tone as people were realizing that this whole situation was getting quite serious. People were no longer finding it to be a laughable and amusing dilemma. Even though most people were being treated and cured of the infection, the reinfection rate was still very high and many were opting to stay home from work and away from public contact until the epidemic subsided. Many of the women who at first were embracing the whole epidemic as a blessing to their physiques were now starting to panic in fear that their bustlines may continue to expand beyond what they had ever anticipated. In public many women had taken to wearing filter masks to diminish the chance of reinfection and resumed growth. Many chiropractors had reported an increase in women seeking relief from back and shoulder pain caused by their too heavy breasts. Plastic surgeons were reporting that many women were seeking breast reductions only to find that most doctors were discouraging such a recourse until the epidemic could be contained. The whole fashion industry was being turned upside down as the traditional concept of the female form was becoming a thing of the past and designers were being forced to create new styles that would accommodate an ever increasing bustline. But one bit of encouraging news was that a BE-coli test had been perfected and was being implemented it in schools and in the workplace and that a home testing kit was now available to the public. This meant that the whole dating scene was to adopt a new social protocol with women carrying their little kits with them to test men before engaging in any close contact.
"I need to get back to the research lab," Phil finally said. "I really can't do anything more without their facilities and the data in their computers. Hopefully things have calmed down enough that I won't have to take too much heat for this whole epidemic."
"I understand," Tina, replied. "Besides, I've distracted you from your work enough as it is."
Phil smiled. "Not at all, these last few weeks I have spent with you have been the best ever. I never knew what it meant to really be in love until you came into my life. Phil kissed her tenderly, pulling her close, feeling her full and comforting bosom pressing against him. "Besides, I needed a break from the stress of this whole thing," he finally said. "Now maybe I can go back to work with a clear head and make some progress on finding a cure."
"And I'll be here waiting for you when you return." Tina added.
Sara reluctantly stood in line at school to be tested. She had been trying every way she could to avoid this but there was no way to get around it. At home as well as at school it seemed that everyone was out to get her, to eventually find her out and force her to comply, to make her take the cure to end her development. Sara had taken to binding down her swollen breasts in an effort to conceal their continuing growth. She hadn't worn a bra since her double-d bra broke two weeks before. She wished she could wear something sexy and flaunt her assets but she wouldn't take that chance at being found out. She wondered what size she was at this point, It was getting hard to tell. That morning she had tried to measure herself. As she grew larger she found that measuring was becoming increasingly more difficult. The numbers would vary quite a bit depending on her posture, or if her breasts were hanging or supported, or pushed together or apart. Her chest under her breasts still measured at a constant 34 inches but the measure across her bust measured at somewhere around a whopping 43 inches, which she figured would put her in the range of wearing maybe a 34-H cup bra or maybe even a double-H.
"Next!" came the stern command from the school nurse, distracting Sara from her daydream. "Step forward and stick out your tongue."
Sara glanced around at the principle and the health department officials that were standing nearby and decided it best to do as she was ordered. "This has got to be some sort of a violation of my rights" she thought to herself, having totally no clue just what she could do even if it was. Sara stuck out her tongue and the nurse touched the indicator paper to the tip, ignoring Sara's slight sneer as she did so. After a few moments the wet spot on the paper began to turn blue.
"Aha!, do you know what that means, young lady?" the nurse scolded.
"I'm pregnant?" Sara retorted sarcastically.
"No," the nurse grumbled, annoyed at her impudence. "It means you go stand in that other line for the antibiotic.
So far a full one fourth of the students had tested positive and had to take the antibiotic. Expecting that it would come to this Sara came prepared with a handful of the vitamins in her pocket that she had used to fake out her parents, hoping she could manage to do a switch and fool these people the same way. But when she got to the head of the line she was surprised to find that they were not handing out the usual tablets, instead they were administering small cups of a red liquid.
"What's this? what happened to the pills?" was Sara's surprised reaction.
"New antibiotic, one dose does it all, and in liquid form too, just so we can make sure it gets swallowed," the nurses aide said as she handed her a cup full of the sweet cherry smelling liquid. "Bottoms up," she added.
Sara stood looking at the cup in her hand and then glanced around at the principle, the nurses, and the health department people who were all there just to make her take this vile liquid. Seeing no way out of this situation, she decided it best to follow orders. Tipping her head back she emptied the cup into her mouth and handed it back. Holding the liquid in her mouth she smiled and turned to walk away.
"Not so fast, young lady,... now swallow!" the aide commanded as she handed Sara a cup of water to wash it down.
Finally they had her, and she had no other choice but to comply. Sara was absolutely frustrated that they had finally succeeded in their efforts and may have put an end to her breast expanding experience. They even made her sit in a waiting room for a half hour to make sure she didn't vomit the stuff back up. On her way back to class she spotted Jenny who was stuck in line to get her dose also. All they could do was just look at each other and shrug their shoulders. But Sara still had her secret weapon to beat the system, and his name was Dexter.
That afternoon Sara and Jenny walked home with Dexter where he showed them his basement workshop and the cache of BE-coli cultures that he had secretly been propagating. There each of the two girls were treated to spoonfuls of the live bacteria culture to restore the "booby-bug" into their system. The girls were intending to stop by his house as needed to restore their infected state, but Dexter was getting a little uneasy about the whole plan, it seemed that the authorities had made it a criminal offense to possess live cultures of the BE-coli bacteria, and he was having second thoughts about doing anything that could jeopardize his future education. Fearing that his project might be discovered he had already been spooning most of the cultures into ice cube trays and had been freezing them and stashing them in the back of the freezer. Dexter didn't have to do too much convincing to get Sara to take it all off his hands. All she had to do was make sure they stayed frozen and they could stay alive and viable for months or even years.
As Sara and Jenny walked home with the bag of their precious frozen cargo stashed securely in Sara's backpack, they talked about their future development and how they had succeeded in beating the system by now having the means to guarantee their continued growth in spite of anybody's efforts to stop them. But Jenny was seemingly having second thoughts.
"You know, they really are getting quite big," Jenny said thoughtfully as she looked down at her bosom bobbing with the motion of her walking. "They feel nice and all but they are getting kinda heavy and I'm wondering if maybe they might be getting a little too big."
"Aw, c'mon, Jenny, you're not thinking of copping out on me are you?" Sara retorted. "Look at all the girls at school, nobody's any less than a double-d anymore. Right now compared to everybody else we're just average and we now got the chance to catch up with the girls who were way big to start with. Just a few more weeks and we'll be bigger and better than any of 'em."
"Well, I suppose," Jenny finally conceded. "Maybe a little bit bigger. But we can't hide our growing too much longer before people really notice."
"If you really want to quit, I guess that's up to you." Sara replied. "But as for me, I'm gonna go for broke.
As soon as she got home that evening Sara snuck down into the basement and carefully stashed the bag of frozen culture cubes in the bottom of the storage freezer. That night as she lay in her bed she caressed her breasts and felt their fullness and it felt wonderful. Cradling them in her arms she hugged them together and pushing them upward marveled at the sight of them pointing skyward like mountain peaks. She wondered why she was so obsessed with her breasts and why she was so excited at the thought of them growing even bigger. It didn't make any sense to her, maybe she was crazy, but she knew that she was really enjoying them so much being so big and watching them grow and she really couldn't see anything wrong with that.
Part Ten: Two and a Half months after
Finally back at the Acme Research lab, Dr. Allen now had access to their computers and all their genetic data files only to find that many of the older files had been deleted from the system. He had his suspicions who might have done something such as this but he could find no evidence nor any motive for such an action. After some searching he was able to access his backup files for the missing data. Comparing the genetic data on the original E-coli cultures used to create the BE-coli bacteria to the data on the bacterial samples taken while he was at the beach house, he began to notice some discrepancies. Certain genetic markers present in the original E-coli strain were not present in the prevailing BE-coli strain. Originally he had thought the change in the nature of the BE-coli was due to a natural mutation but now he had the evidence proving that it was not. The original cultures had been intentionally switched for a bacteria with different characteristics, one which was much more resilient and very contagious.
Dr. Allen sat for a moment thinking, wondering who could have done such a thing, but the only person that came to mind was that damn Dr. Larry Biggs. He never like the guy, something about him really bothered him. Could it have been him? And what possible motivation could he have had for doing such a thing? He certainly didn't have the Acme company's best interests in mind.
If he was going to find any more evidence to support his suspicions it was going to be in Biggs's office. Luckily Biggs was not around that morning, he was probably up at the corporate office sucking up to the big-wigs. Sneaking into his office Dr. Allen switched on his computer and began searching through his files. Checking all his personal files as well as his business files he could find nothing incriminating. He even checked his internet browser only to find the history directory and bookmarks had been cleared, he did notice that his download settings were set to save to his zip drive which was empty at the time. Whatever it was he was saving he took it with him. On a hunch, he checked the browser cache file and was pleased to find it was still full. With a little reconfiguring he was able to open and view the last two hundred web pages that Biggs had accessed.
As text and images scrolled endlessly across the screen, Dr. Allen's jaw dropped in amazement. His eyes widened as he gazed on images of women like he had never seen. Women endowed with huge enormous breasts, bigger that one could ever imagine. There was page after page of stories about breast expansion fantasies. There were even video clips of images morphed to show breasts growing to astronomical sizes. There were many pages of links to websites dedicated to the fetish of breast expansion. There was even a file of photos and images of women which Biggs himself had been altering to enlarge their breasts to massive proportions, including a photo of Mona, his laboratory assistant, altered and morphed to show her sitting on her lab stool holding in her lap two enormous breasts the size of beanbag chairs.
This was it. This was the evidence he needed. "That son-of-a-bitch Larry Biggs is responsible for this whole epidemic, all for the sake of his own personal obsession." Dr. Allen's face flushed hot in anger. "And to think he took my discovery that I worked on for so many years and bastardized it for his own rotten fetish."
"What the hell you doing in my office?" boomed Larry Biggs's voice as he walked in the door.
"You self-serving arrogant asshole," Dr. Allen hollered at him, standing up from the desk, fists clenched at his side. "How could you possibly do such a thing? What were you thinking? Why does the world have to pay the price of your own personal obsession?"
Larry Biggs stood there for a moment wide eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. He had been found out. He stammered for a moment not quite knowing what to say in his own defense. "Think about it," he finally said, "Think about how much better the world is now. Every woman can now have what they've always wanted; big, lovely, voluptuous breasts. And they're growing even bigger by the day, just imagine, every where you look, beautiful woman with big, soft, wonderful, swelling breasts, growing and growing ever bigger, bigger than watermelons, bigger than pillows, bigger than Volkswagens." Biggs's eyes grew distant and glassy. "It's what everybody really wants. You want it too, don't you, Dr. Allen, why else would you create such a wonderful thing. I was just helping you to realize your dream too."
"You're insane," Dr. Allen said. "You're a goddamn raving lunatic."
Biggs laughed a long and strange laugh. "What can I say?" He said shrugging his shoulders. "I'm obsessed with breasts. I can't help myself."
Flustered and angered even further with his response, Dr. Allen spontaneously swung his right fist up and landed it squarely on Biggs's jaw, causing him to crumple unconscious to the floor.
"That felt so good." Dr. Allen thought as he picked up the phone and dialed the police.
One week later, long after the arrest of Dr. Biggs and the story of his whole BE scheme had hit the news, Dr. Allen was guest of honor at a conference where he was finally awarded his much deserved praise for his contributions to science. He also made his official report as to the status of the BE-coli epidemic. He was pleased to announce that although the attempts to find a complete cure for the epidemic had proved unsuccessful he had determined that the rate of mutation for the bacteria was such that it would soon cause the epidemic to come to a natural end. At three months the BE-coli strain would begin to break down and the incidence of its infection will begin to taper off. At six months the bacteria could virtually be mutated out of existence. However there still may still be isolated outbreaks for years to come from strains of the bacteria that somehow may have been preserved. In the meantime the recommended course of action was to continue with the present regimen of testing and antibiotic treatments until the epidemic diminished.
At the close of the conference Dr. Allen made one last announcement, that he and Dr. Tina Fuller were engaged to be married and that a car was waiting for them to take them to the airport where they were going to fly off to spend the summer honeymooning in places undisclosed.
A short while later as Phillip and Tina embraced in the back seat of their limo, they talked about their future together. As he held her in his arms he caressed her large and sensuous bosom, feeling their fullness in his hands. "You really do like them this big don't you?" He asked.
"Absolutely" She said with a smile. "And you really do like them too, don't you."
Phil smiled and nodded in affirmation.
"And I bet that we both might like it even more if they were to, maybe, grow just a little bit bigger? Tina added, knowingly.
Sheepishly Phil smiled and nodded again, almost afraid to admit it.
"Then, I think I know just the person who can make that happen." Tina said, coyly.
Phil smiled even more.
Part Eleven: Three Months After
It was the first day of summer and Sara's parents were driving her to the bus station. She was feeling pretty good about having succeeded in keeping her breast growth progressing continuously and undetected for the last four weeks in spite of the several times she had been forced to take the antibiotics. All she had to do was melt some of the frozen culture in her mouth to restore the BE-bug into her system. Nobody who had attended her graduation the day before had any clue that concealed under her cap and gown was a 48 inch bustline tightly bound and strapped down and that she was still infected with the BE-coli bacteria. And now she was heading off for a summer away from home to spend the next three months at her grandparents dairy farm. It was a perfect arrangement. Grandma and Grandpa hadn't seen her for in over three years and they were old enough and oblivious enough to not think much of her development since they last saw her. It was also great to spend three months away from her parents or anybody else who would give her any hassles about her still blossoming bustline.
Boarding the bus Sara took a seat by herself in the rear and waved goodbye to her parents as the bus pulled away. No sooner were they out of sight when Sara unbuttoned and removed her baggy blouse and unclasped and pulled off the corset that held her confined. Her swollen breasts bounced free and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. All she was now wearing was a tight-fitting pink knit tank top that revealed several inches of her vast cleavage. Cradling her breasts in her hands she massaged them and felt their fullness. Her nipples stood erect and showed large and pink through the fabric of her top. Her breasts were getting rather large and heavy but they still sat high and firm on her chest. From now on she was going to flaunt her assets and wear the kind of sexy outfits she had always wanted to. Opening up the Newsweek magazine she had picked up at the station she read the article about the end of the "be-bug" epidemic and about how the incidence of infection was on a steady decline and how they expect that by the end of the summer the rate of new outbreaks would be down to less than two percent. "It may be ending for them but it's certainly not for me," Sara said to herself with a knowing grin as she checked the thermos container in her bag which contained several frozen cubes of the BE-coli culture. "Hmm..., three long months", Sara pondered. "Twelve weeks out in the middle of dairy land and growing free and easy. Jeez, by the time I come home I could be maybe over sixty inches big! That would put me into somewhere around an x-cup bra, or maybe even a z-bra." Sara laughed to herself. "It's going to be a wonderful summer." And she wasn't going to worry any more about what anybody might say or do when she returned, by that time she was already going to have the biggest and the best and the most awesome breasts around, and there wasn't anything that anybody could ever do about it. But she did kind of wonder just what she was going to do with the three dozen cubes of frozen BE-coli culture she still had back home hidden in the deep freeze. Sara smiled as a few ideas came to mind.
The End..... ?
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