Jenny
It was my own fault, but I couldn't really blame myself because deep down inside, it was what I had always wanted, in a way. I didn't think this day would actually come about, but now it has. Today was the first day that I really almost couldn't get out of bed because of my huge breasts.
It started after my father died and left me a large fortune. I would never have to worry about money. I was unhappy being an assistant to a successful photographer, so I quit my job and wandered around for awhile. What did I want to do? Party! And party I did with the rich and almost famous in Los Angeles meeting many gorgeous men and women and there was one man I met who was like I was, kind of sitting back marveling at all the plastic surgery implants of the women at the party.
"Plastic, plastic, plastic. It is all so fake," he said as we sipped champagne. "I met a guy the other day who said he could single-handedly destroy the plastic surgery craze."
I gazed at him without paying him much attention. "Oh?" I said vacuously.
"Yeah, her gave me his card," he fumbled in his jacket, pulled out his wallet and retrieved the card. He read the card. "Donald Schuster, Genetic Chemist. Said he could grow big huge boobs naturally and then he started blabbering a bunch of gobble-dee-gook and he was really weird, you know? Said he just needed five thousand dollars to get what he needed and asked me for the money with a guaranteed return if I would invest. Blah, blah, blah. I mean, I'm in real estate, you know? You don't make money now-a-days gambling on some lunatic and I thought, the FDA would never let this guy in the front door. Here, you want his card? Ha ha. Huge boobs, all yours if you want to be a lab rat and you have five thousand dollars." He ripped the card in two and threw it on the table, then wandered away to the bar.
I picked up the two pieces of the card and for some reason, put them in my purse. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later I was rummaging around in my purse for my lipstick when I pulled the card pieces out. I almost threw them away then sat back and looked at the card. Huge boobs naturally. Hmm. That did appeal to me a little bit, well quite a bit. Go from say my current 32B to like an F or G cup? Oh yeah.
I have to admit Don Schuster lived in a crummy part of town. I had dressed up in a one-piece, skin-tight tube dress with high heels, big sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sun hat, but I stood out like a sore thumb walking down the shabby sunbaked street lined with Mexican bars and street vendors. I found Don't address. Ugh. Cement steps up to a door with multiple buttons for each apartment. I buzzed his apartment.
"Hello?" Came a voice through the speaker grate.
"I hear you need five thousand dollars for your, uh project, Mr. Schuster."
There was a long pause. "Is this some sort of joke?"
"You tell me. By the looks of it, maybe the joke's on me. I got your card, sort of, and I am curious."
The door buzzed. "Come on up."
Don opened the door. It was as I suspected, a real geek. Mussed up hair, big dark-rimmed glassed, a faded tee-shirt over even more faded jeans.
Don's eyebrows went up when he saw me. "Wow! Uh, gosh, uh. Come in Miss...?"
"Jenny."
"Miss Jenny!" he blushed. He waved me in and I looked around at a trashed apartment full of computers and what looked like a meth lab to me.
"A drink?"
"Maybe later. Let's just get down to it," I said and explained how I had come across his card. "Is any of what I heard true, Mr. Schuster?"
"All true, all true!" said Don enthusiastically. "I just need some cash to buy some rare essences and a good test subject like yourself, maybe?"
"Maybe. What's to say that you won't really screw me up and I end up in the morgue?"
"Not going to happen," Don warmed to his subject. "The genetic stimuli is precise and causes a feedback only in the DNA stained with essences I require. Any outside effects are eliminated because the dose only triggers once within the target and is incapable of transferring any effect outside the parameters of the DNA string with the repressors I add. Without the repressors, yes, there could be some repercussions, but I would never administer the treatment without the repressors."
"I see, or more precisely, I don't see, but," Jenny brought out five thousand dollars. "Here is the cash. When should I come back?"
Don took the money. "Uh, about 10 days, allowing for shipment of the materials I need."
"Okie dokie, Don. Here's my phone number. Give me a call when you are sure you are ready."
Eleven days later, Jenny was again in Don't apartment. Don had cleaned up his act. The apartment was actually quite tidy and Don, wearing a white lab coat, looked almost trustworthy.
"I am ready," said Don seriously. Jenny almost laughed. Don's demeanor had changed from geek to scientist in 11 days. "You will get two injections. The first one is the repressors. It will take precisely 5 minutes to be absorbed, then you will get a second injection of the DNA boosters and you will have to stay here for at least an hour as I monitor your blood work every 10 minutes this first time to make sure the process is working. As that is happening, you will tell me how you are feeling during the process."
"Okay," Jenny felt unsure but determined. "Go ahead."
The repressors were administered and Jenny didn't feel anything strange and she told Don that. He just nodded. "Good."
The DNA booster was a different story. Almost within a minute, she felt flushed and hot. Her breasts in particular felt like tiny pin pricks were jabbing them. Nothing painful but disturbing. The feeling continued throughout the hour as Don took blood samples and analyzed them. An hour and a half passed and the tingling continued though not as intense as in the beginning. It felt like her breasts were being gently vibrated and it was a pleasant feeling - a kind of "hum" in her breasts.
"Everything looks great!" said Don looking very much relieved. "Just great! You should start to see some results over the next few days."
"How big will I get?" Jenny somewhat worried.
"Oh, this was a very low dose. I can't imagine much growth and as we are both new at this, it will be interesting to see what transpires. My estimates are maybe a couple of cup sizes?"
As it turned out, it was four cup sizes. I went from a 32B to a 32F in two weeks before the tingling stopped. Don was besides himself with glee! He took pictures to document my increases and asked me a ton of questions. He said it was a long process to get his patents and get FDA approval to do clinical tests. "Do you want to have another go-round with the treatment?" He asked anxiously. "Maybe this time with a slightly large dose?"
"Uh, Don dear. I have to think about that. I am very pleased with this results, oh yes! I am so excited and thrilled that I'm, uh, that I have grown! But I am just getting used to this larger size. Nothing fits! I really have to buy some new clothing."
"But if you have another go-round, you will just have to buy yet another wardrobe, Jenny, so why not just skip the first wardrobe change and go for your next increase?"
Jenny bit her lip and thought. Did she want to be bigger still? Yes. It was amazing how good she looked and here was a chance to be bigger than she had dreamed.
"How big could I go?"
"Hmm. It depends on what you want. We know that the first dose brought about a four inch increase, so I can adjust the dose strength to whatever you want using that information," Don suggested.
"I have to do some thinking and some research myself.. ha ha. I'll get back to you."
It had been the first time Jenny had ever looked into the world of big bust goddesses. Oh my! There were many bimbo-like models sporting huge round and tight implant globes. The reigning queens of big bosoms were Chelsea Charms, Beshine and on the natural side, Norma Stitts. She like the natural shape of Norma's breasts, but she was also quite heavy. Chelsea and Beshine were enormous and she put them aside while she examined other lesser goddesses. The looked good, too, but she found herself always going back to Chelsea and Beshine. What fabulous bosoms they had! They never really told what their true measurement were, but she estimated that they had at least 60 inch measurements. Oh my golly gosh! She only measured 38 inches at this point. She would have to have a dose increase of 5 to 6 times to catch up to Chelsea or Beshine! How glorious would that feel, she wondered.
"No. I can't do a 6 times dose for you, Jenny. That is too dangerous," said Don "The dosages are a single trigger event and at that large a dose, things could go wrong. I am sorry."
Jenny slumped in discouragement.
"But," Don offered. "If we do continuous treatments two weeks apart, we can perhaps do a double dose over six weeks and that would be safer and result in the same thing. What do you think?"
Jenny brightened up. "Oh, I see what you mean. Okay, let's do that as long as I can match Chelsea or Beshine. Is that possible?"
"Yes and maybe even get better results. We shall see. I will feel more comfortable going that route."
So began Jenny's second augmentation with Don taking copious notes and tests. The double dose gave Jenny a more intense tingling and the day to day increases were very apparent. Don suggested she up her caloric input, that is to say, that Jenny should eat a little more than she was used to to give her breasts the nutrients she needed to increase. And increase she did!
Her breasts increased in size 4 inches every week. The small fold under her breasts became a larger and larger fold as her breasts inched down over her tummy and expanded widely to the sides. She bought some simple loose dresses and was amazed how her larger breasts began to sway and slide side to side as she walked. Even though she wore such a dowdy dress, men would stop and turn and stare as she walked by. Jenny felt so sexy and alive and beautiful.
Of course, her breasts were getting heavier and heavier and after the six weeks, Jenny had breasts the size of Chelsea but with a more pendulous tear-dropped natural shape like Norma's. She had gained 40 pounds and all of it in her bosom. Don's experiment was a success!
Jenny was so happy with her new enormous breasts and she didn't want to stop now. After the six weeks, Jenny told Don to continue with the every two week treatments.
"You're getting very big, Jenny. Incredible and gorgeous, I must say, and I am so grateful you have been my first patient. If it were up to me, I would want you to grow and grow to see how things go, but I don't want to put you in any danger. How much bigger do you want to grow?" asked Don.
"Hmm. I really don't know, Don. It is such an incredible feeling and I enjoy watching my breasts grow bigger and bigger. I want you to promise me to continue as long as I feel I can handle it. Promise me?"
Don paused. "It is against my better judgment, but I promise as long as you don't sue me if you become unhappy with your results!"
"I will never sue you. If anything, it will be my fault."
And so we come to today. When I stand, if I can stand, my breasts are down to my knees and oh so wide! I have to rest my arms on top of my huge breasts. I can't see my feet nor can I even see my huge nipples and areola anymore let alone reach them. My breasts weigh more than my body does, quite a bit more. I have a highway of thick veins supplying blood to my growing beauties. Don has been wonderful, coming over in the mornings to help me shower and get dressed. I can't seem to function as I used to with all the housework, and Don hired a maid to clean my apartment. He is even having my doorway enlarged because I got to the point where I couldn't squeeze through the door without doing one boob at a time.
I hired a chauffeur and bought a handicapped van to get about. It is hard to stand for more than a few moments but I enjoy showing off my figure in public when I can. Still, I am so amazed at my gorgeous shape and spend many minutes each day looking at myself in the mirror. On a lark, yesterday I contacted an adult industry publicist to try to do some web cam stuff for fun. Don is a little jealous of that saying it is going to make his world crazy as his treatments will not be available until the FDA approves of it and people seeing me might throw a monkey wrench in the works, but he has kept his promise.
In fact, there is the doorbell now. I am sure it is Don. I am ready for my next treatment. Perhaps tomorrow I won't be able to get out of bed at all.