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“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.
I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists.
I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”
A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.
“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.
A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.
Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.
She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”
Haha! Yes! I knew the serum was working!
I am a chemistry genius! The gains are juuust as I predicted. Look, look, baby, see? The fat is moving away from my stomach, and is being used to feed the muscles there.
Hmm... I may have set the dosage balance a little off though; a little too much is going to my ass, and my poor boobies will get jealous.
Why don’t you give them a little kiss; just some attention to make them feel better?
Huh? That’s strange. My last dosage was last week... so why are the numbers moving. What the-? They’re getting faster. Uh oh.
Well baby, I guess you’d better get ready for a harder ride than usual, because this is making me fucking horny. Vamos.
When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.
The necklace was placed over Alessia’s head, and she became queen. The heavy weight of gold and jewels settled on her, tugging down from her collar bone to below her midriff. In the centre of the carcanet was placed the most precious of all the things bestowed upon her - The Queen's Orb. It was not forged or cut from any material known to this world. The thing had fallen from the heavens and had been fashioned into the centrepiece of the necklace, which had been worn by the dynasty for over three millenia.
She breathed in, and was surprised to not fell any different. She did not feel as her handmaid had described it, herself being stretched far and wide across the kingdom, to watch over and bear each burden and suffering. She did not experience the rush of fright or pain that had been indoctrinated into her expectations.
Then the high priest announced off in the distance, that she had passed the final test of faith, and knelt, requesting his new Queen to rise. And so Alessia did, marvelling at this last trick. So she was worthy yes. It was now for her to lead her people, and she had pased their greatest test, submitting to the threat of eternal suffering for their sakes.
She continued to stand, going up and up, and she realised she was a full foot taller than when she had knelt and removed her upper garment. The aspect of the goddess was coming upon her then, and instead of pain, she in fact felt powerful, regal pleasure. With confidence she rose taller and taller, and into her grew the symbol of the goddess - the hourglass, the balance might last for all time. Her hips pelvis and chest began to expand, faster than the rest of her.
By the time she had passed the nine foot mark, each breast had exceeded the size of her head, while retaining their beautiful, sculpted, tear drop shape. Her posterior had swelled too, pulling up inch after inch of the loose, flowing cloth of the lower half of the robe. Along with her buttocks, her hips and thighs widened to match, thickening and parting further than her shoulders, keeping pace with the heft of her breasts.
She continued to grow, taller and thicker, during the ceremony, to match her regal station and wisdom. However, if she ruled well, it would not be the last she would experience, for the Queen, or as she would be later known, the Empress, was a representation of the bounty of the land.
Without noticing, she slid upwards, another few inches taller. My cock was quick to begin its reciprocation, but I stifled my libido momentarily, intending to take the smart route. I loved her, and this was a sensitive moment but, by God, she was the sexiest woman alive.
I embraced my giant girlfriend, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushing her nipple, which she most likely hadn’t even realised stood taut and ready through the strained bra. She tried unsuccessfully to stimy a gasp, and I looked up in mock concern, my hand grasping her right breast in my ‘alarm’. This only elicited a moan, and her dainty yet powerful hands drew me closer to her. I took this opportunity to press my head against her and lightly kiss her enormous left breast. A moan escaped her, and I pretended not to notice that, or how she not to subtly began to grind against my leg. She still wasn’t used to being so big, where it was difficult to do anything ‘small’.
Her chest began to heave a little as she took deep breaths, the only sound in the silence of our embrace. I loved teasing her like this, feigning unconcern as she got hot and bothered. I could tell it turned her on when she was normal sized... but now? Well, the minute ripping sounds from her XXXL lingerie were the smallest indications.
“No, don’t...” she whispered, her voice high and breathy.
“Don’t what?” I said, unable to prevent the corners of my mouth from lifting a little, and my hands tightened a little against her sensitive tits, my hot breath wafting over her large, thickening nipple as my tongue darted in and out from my mouth. A slick sweat had begun to nestle within her cleavage, and the smell of her sex was strong in the air.
“Darling, we only just... I haven’t had time to shrink down again!” she said, trying to muster the voice of reason from the faculties that remained to her in the tide of her libido.
I merely looked at her, my intent plain and unblinking in my eyes.
She bit her lip, whimpering as her proportions very slowly increased, her tits puffing against their restraints, her hips, ass, and thighs swelled juicier, as she of course, got bigger and bigger, squirming in ecastsy as she enlarged all over.
“But sweetie, I’ll grow again!” she cried out in a tone of waning concern, as another seam creaked and she paradoxically pressed my hard on against her wet panties. Too little, too late.
“Yes, you will.” I replied.
“I want to be sweet and gentle with you but it’s not like before. I’m just so big and you’re so tiny. I have to be so careful, my breasts… They could crush you so easily… I can’t even feel you between those monsters! And they just keep growing! This bra… It’s getting tight… Please, sweety, be careful.”
‘Man, this is some serious bullshit’ thought Shinae, looking at herself in the mirror. The cosmetic she had spent three years perfecting in her lab was supposed to make your skin softer, not...
She scrutinised the astounding curves before her. Sean always denied that he was trying to feel her up when he soaped her up in the shower. This was always a great source of amusement, and it certainly built tension before one thing led to another. Well, here was tangible proof to the contrary... She ran her hand over a breast, larger than her whole head, and jumped in surprise and pleasure as a nipple larger than her thumb sprang to life. Very tangible proof.
Sean was out at the store, getting a few groceries, and she examined his handiwork. Her boobs were fucking gigantic, and she had an unbelievable booty to match. Shinae couldn’t help touching it... herself. She began to sigh with pleasure as she felt the thickness in her thighs, the prominence of her ass, and the immeasurable enormity of her tits. FUCK!
She fumbled for her phone, and sent Sean a hasty message, bearing a single word. “Condoms”
Then Shinae went to the bathroom and grabbed the remaining cream. She put it on the bedside table before undressing. She was fucking spectacular. She found the sexiest things that sort of still fit, and turned off all the lights, and waited...
