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Continuity and Background:
This story takes place within the charming
dominion of
My influences come from the
writings and imagination of Benson and Gord as well
as fiction from mygagorder and thundershrk. The prominent themes are humiliation,
degradation, mental conditioning, transformation, modification, bimbofication, objectification, big boobs, huge lips,
forced feeding, dehumanization, helpless females, Dominant males, and long term
suffering and servitude.
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Breasts
Abreast
or
, Ally, All-Tits,
All-American
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Abreast:
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“I’ve a vested interest
in virgins breasts and surgeons”
-1-
Getting
up to speed
Ms. Alisha
Hayes—named after her mother, dressed in clothes handed down by her sisters—had
always wanted more attention. She wanted
to be noticed more, to feel more important.
Recently she had started
going out dancing, and had just the other night gone to Goth/Industrial night
at a club in the city, looking at all the pretty glam girls with the sparkly
make-up and bright blonde hair and wishing that she could stand out like them
too.
She had downed a couple of
mixed drinks, mostly with vodka, and now, quite inebriated, her mind took in
the lyrics from the pulse-pounding anthem “Wasted” by And One:
“Get out of my way cause you
know that I am totally wasted,” the song’s hook lanced out and Alisha giggled, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
She got to her feet, admiring
the platforms worn by an attractive and outgoing brunette nearby. The next lyric spoke to her:
“She wants a change in her
human life / And she puts herself under the cutting
knife.” Oh man Alisha
did a double take, “That’s it!” she thought.
She was looking for a change, why not get some surgery? Then she would
be as pretty as those girls nearby.
She had some money saved up,
not a whole lot, but, hey, if things panned out it would be worth it, she’d
just have to shop around a bit for a surgeon.
While she was thinking about
it, her thoughts whirling, the alcohol making her giddy she danced to the beat
and made up her mind. She missed the
next lyric that played:
“She wants the look and the feel,
of an angel / Even if it means a deal with the devil—Even if it means a deal
with the devil…”
--
“Perfect!”
Alisha yelped.
“Whazzat?”
Her flatmate asked. She
was busy putting on eyeliner and couldn’t see what Alisha
was reading off her computer screen.
“Well it says here silly that
they’re augmenting women for a special price because they are conducting
clinical trials to get their implants approved by the FDA.”
“But isn’t that dangerous
Ally?”
“No, not at all, look here,
it says that they’re completely safe and have been successfully implanted on
thousands of women, and that within six months they expect FDA approval. I’m able to get this special price now
because they’re in the last stages of testing.”
“Okay well if that’s what you
want hon,” her flatmate
hadn’t looked over at all the whole time, but just spoke out of the side of her
mouth as she was now putting lipstick on.
“What about when you got
yours done, it was pretty painless right?”
Alisha’s
flatmate, Debrah, winced. “How
many times do I got to tell you hon, I’ve never
gotten anything done.”
“Oh shure,”
Alisha cajoled.
“So, hypothetically, if one were to get something done, do you think it
would hurt?”
“Oh no,” Debrah
turned to face Ally, one of her hands clasping the fingers of the other,
“You’ll be in and out the same day, minimal aftercare, and you’ll love how they
make you feel once its over…” She caught
herself gushing and quickly adjusted her affect so that she looked catty again,
“Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Of course,” Ally added, a
bit quickly, winking.
--
“Well, here I am,” Alisha said breathlessly to herself. She took a swig of reassurance from her hip
flask and then proceeded to march vigorously to the front of the office
building. After a few flighty minutes
she found the office room she was looking for, had made an appointment with,
had fretted over, and with a ‘do or die’ last minute bit of resolve she entered
the waiting room and strode up to the front desk of the doctor’s office.
“Hi, I have an appointment
with Dr. Spencer?”
“Okay I just need you to fill
out this intake form and then sign here and here on this non-disclosure form
and then here on this liability form.”
“What?”
“Excuse me? Just fill out these forms…”
“Non-disclosure, liability,
what’s all this?”
The receptionist frowned,
“This is all fairly standard, if you’ll forgive the pun, operating
procedure. Everyone who comes in fills
these out. This is still an experimental procedure, that’s why you’re getting charged
practically nothing. Look, the doctor
did me,” and here she thrust her
chest out for inspection, “and you can see that he did a great job, so believe
me, there’s nothing to worry about. Now,
if for what ever reason you still
aren’t convinced, well, frankly I don’t really care. You were lucky to get an appointment, a
last-minute cancellation, otherwise you’ll have to come back in nine months and
by then well, you’ll be paying full price.”
“The FDA…” Alisha trailed off, thinking.
“Yeah, so,” the receptionist
went back to filing her nails, “whatever . . .
I’m off to lunch in five so don’t take too much time thinking.”
Alisha
flashed a sneer down at the cocky receptionist, who
did she think she was anyway? She
grabbed the pen and clipboard and possessively moved to sit down and fill them
out.
She sighed,
despite the rude receptionist she was being kind of silly. And what made her think she was better
anyway, that stupid receptionist, just because she had larger breasts. Well after she got her surgery people wouldn’t be so blasé towards her, they’d take
notice!
She finished, signing the
required fields with a rebellious flourish and then stood up and marched over
to the desk again. “Here,” she said,
slightly angrily, “I’m finished.”
“And so you are, hi, I’m Dr.
Spencer, I think Sherri left for lunch but I’m all ready for you in the
back.”
Alisha
blushed. He was very handsome, this Dr.
Spencer.
“Um, ok, teehee,” had she just giggled?
What was wrong
with her, she was acting just like a little girl! She had never been next to such a handsome
doctor before though, and his smile was just, oh he was so charming!
Alisha
made a moue and mentally chastised herself as she
followed him back. He was probably
married anyhow; she should look for a ring on his finger. But would he want her? Once she got her implants maybe, but
certainly he wouldn’t see anything in her now.
Would he think it wrong to be with one of his patients? What was she thinking about! She wasn’t here to pick up men, she was here
to have surgery; she needed to focus.
But it was so hard. Oh well, he’d never know, and she was so
enjoying the fantasy she was envisioning in her mind. She smiled up at him as he laid her down on
the table and started her counting backwards from 100. “Ordinarily I’d have my nurse handle the
anesthetic but since she’s out today I’m having one of the other girls handle
it, I’m sure everything will be fine.”
“Yes Doctor,” she said in her
thoughts, her mouth making just the slightest movement. Spencer left the room to check on one of his
other patients, wanting to give Alisha another five
before he started.
Spencer had just finished
medical school a few years before (this was way before he had ever met Alex Streuth or heard of Cherish Valley) and this was his first
major research project. Really he had
been lucky to get the grant and now he was quite confident that the product
would get FDA approval. The material was
standard; it was the packaging of the material within the breast sack that was
innovative. The new methodology,
developed in part by Spencer, allowed the breast to take more of the material
in before closure was begun. At that
point in the operation a therapeutic strand of synthetic RNA was injected into
the wound to help the body adjust to the new addition. If everything went well, and they had had very few rejections, the body would
adopt the new material and this would create a larger then average bust with a
minimal amount of external scarring. In
fact, in time, on the test subjects who had shown the most remarkable ability
to synthesize the material internally there had been no scarring, it was as if
the breast had absorbed the product.
Spencer had very high hopes
for this new method. The introduction of
drug therapy was nothing new, but it was this synthesis of drugs, the Spencer
Cocktail he was calling it, that allowed for such remarkable ease of
augmentation. They were testing it in
modest operations thus far, Alisha for example was
only getting a two cup size increase, from a B to a D cup enchancement,
but it was, thus far, a very promising method.
He began the operation under
normal operating conditions, Alisha was unconscious,
under the effects of the anesthetic, and her breast was swabbed and prepared
for invasive surgery. He made the first
cut with the scalpel and then pulled the skin open a bit, allowing for
positioning and insertion of the first malleable product. Once inserted a bit he began feeding it into
the cavity, massaging the breast on the outside to achieve maximum
insertion. Once he had finished he left
the wound open with some of the material still uninserted,
all according to standard operation procedure in the new protocol and mixed up
the Spencer Cocktail.
While that was being prepared
by one of the nurses he started his incision on the right breast, mimicking his
ministrations from the previous, until he had two stuffed chest cavities, each
with a tuck of material still protruding from.
He prepared two hypodermics with the solution and then injected them
directly into the inserted sacks. The
cocktail would mix with the material to cause a chemical synthesis that would,
hopefully, be absorbed by the breasts, as was intended. He waited a few minutes, going to check on
the status of another patient and then returning to check on the state of the
sacks. The solution had done its work
and the material was much more malleable now, as though it was dissolving some.
This was all correct so he
finished up standardly, stuffing the sacks the rest of
the way into the girl’s chest cavities, watching as the before smallish breasts
perked up and stood proudly at a healthy D cup size now. Smiling at a job well done he proceeded to
make the minimal suturing needed to close the incisions.
He let Alisha
lay for another half an hour, slowly coming out of her anesthetic while he went
to get other patients prepped or discharged and then returned to her.
--
Alisha
was amazed, she felt good
and looked great! She swung her chest a
bit from side to side and felt the not-so-unpleasant feeling of the warm
material sloshing a bit inside.
“That will go away as the
material is adopted by your body, right now its still
semi-permeable but will take on a more natural consistency as it is absorbed by
your body.
Its
completely non-toxic, consisting primarily of a cocktail of drugs mixed with
synthetic RNA based upon your protein structure. The procedure is a little more involved then
your standard breast augmentation but then this is the next wave of modern
medical procedures.” Spencer smiled down
at Alisha, seeing in her another successfully
delivered product.
“You should come back for
outpatient check-ups every other day for the next two weeks. Its part of your contract that you do come in
for those, so that we can take data for our research and its also in your best
interest in case there is some inflammation or anything that needs to be looked
at.” His face took on a sort of remote
quality and Alisha could tell that now he was
rattling off some perfunctory legal requirement stuff, she didn’t really pay
attention to it, he was just talking about rejection and swelling and stuff.
“But that’s only happened to
a very, very small percentage of our patients and all that’s needed is for us
to take the implants back out and there is no permanent damage aside from some
very gentle scarring.”
Alisha
smirked a bit at that, “gentle scarring,” what a
euphemism. Ah well, if that was the cost
of doing business, a very small chance of rejection, she could get with
that. Right now she was very happy just
admiring her new self.
“Would you like a
mirror?” A lot of the patients tended to
want a mirror after the operation, Spencer had noticed,
it was one of those ‘humanizing’ things he had picked up, to offer them
one. It was all the same if he never
talked to them, but since he had to give them the legal disclaimer anyway,
well, it was just easier and more efficient gathering data from them later if
he chatted them up a bit now.
“Oh yes please Doctor.” Her breasts had been tastefully covered with
a light sheet and she had been admiring the swell underneath, but, what the
hell, he had seen them earlier anyway of course, so she took it off now.
She gazed up into the mirror,
tilting her head to the side, admiring the very fine way her breasts formed
almost perfect circles. It looked a
little unnatural, but given what she had heard Spencer say about the procedure
it didn’t seem as though there was any way of opting for another shape. The implants were fairly fluid, it seemed,
and nothing like the semi-soft gel implants or hard implants that other
companies were using, something to do with an injection, he had said.
Well, whatever, they looked
great! They were a tad heavy but Dr.
Spencer had said that some of the fluid would be absorbed and they should way a
more reasonable amount in a few days.
Some of the swelling would go down, but, he said, with any luck when
they settled they would retain about the same size as they were now.
“I’m satisfied,” Alisha said. And she
was, she was very happy, she couldn’t wait to go out
dancing again. She giggled and tried
bouncing up and down a bit to see how her new chest would react. It bounced appreciably in response and she giggled
again.
“That’s fine, they’re
resilient so don’t worry about hard usage, just don’t go impaling them and
you’ll be fine.”
Alicia gave him a weird look
at his use of the word ‘impale’ but he figured out what she was thinking and
added “Jumping, dancing, sex, all are fine, but take it easy for the next couple
of weeks while your body is adjusting, okay?”
Keeping Abreast
Alicia came back for a
check-up the next day and everything was fine, her body was adjusting well, it had absorbed the fluid and retained the shape, so
that her breasts felt lighter and more natural.
Her next check-ups went well
too, except that the swelling still hadn’t gone down, and, in fact, her breasts
seemed to be getting slightly larger. It
was just as well, she didn’t mind the attention she was getting.
She went out dancing after
her fourth check-up and enjoyed herself immensely. She got lots of looks, several invitations to
dance, from both guys and girls, and
even more phone numbers. She got drunk
and heady on the music and the thrill of being so popular and she felt so good
about deciding to get herself done. They played that And One song again and she
listened to some of the other lyrics and thought of Dr. Spencer again, growing
wet as she did:
“He has dreams of a thousand
virgins / I see the dreams of mighty surgeons—I see the dreams of mighty
surgeons…”
She smiled to herself, he
certainly was a mighty surgeon, mmmm, and she
wondered how mighty his cock might be, if it was big and
thick like his arms. She smiled and
danced and went home with some guy who chatted her up.
She woke up the next morning
in his bed, her make-up smeared, her clothes strewn on the floor, to the sounds
of the shower running. She vaguely
remembered last night and put one hand to her forehead, she had a massive
hangover coming on.
“Oh man,” she groaned. Last night’s fling came out of the shower
half naked, drying himself off with a towel.
“Babe, I got to say, you’ve
got some great tits.”
“Thanks? Say, do you have any Tylenol?”
“Um, sure,
right over here.”
He slipped something else into his palm as
well, another little white pill.
She drymouthed the two pills, getting up to struggle to the
bathroom door.
God these monsters were heavy, oh but her
whole body felt heavy, and achy, and her head was throbbing. She needed some coffee.
About halfway to the bathroom
door the guy was all over her again, grabbing her from behind, running his
hands over her big tits and rubbing up against her.
“Stop, not right now, let me
get some water, oh and do you have any coffee.”
“Sure thing babe, but, um,
don’t you feel like playing some more?”
“Um, give me your number and
I’ll call you.”
“Hahah,
okay, can-do, but, you sure you don’t want any more right now?” She could feel his hard cock rubbing up
against the small of her back. She had
had a good time with him last night, although she could only remember bits and
pieces of it, but she needed to get to work and she was kind of getting creeped out by him now.
She didn’t even know his name.
“Where, where am I?” She felt
suddenly dizzy.
“Its okay babe, you’re here
with me, let me lie you down and make you feel all better.”
“Wha?
Ugh, no, look, call me a cab okay?”
“Okay, in a minute, let me
just give you a kiss first okay?”
“No, look, its
been fun but I need to go now.”
“Okay okay,
I get it babe, I’m real sensitive like, right?
Let me just let you lay down a bit, you look kinda
tired.” He giggled and tossed her down
onto the bed. It wasn’t hard to catch
her and flip her onto it since she was feeling unbalanced as it was.
She flounced onto the
mattress and bounced up a bit with it, her tits jiggling in response.
“Those are some nice tits,
babe, did I ever tell you that?”
“Yes, look, help me up and,
oh man my head!’
“Yeah yeah,
you said that already, but what about me?
Why is it always about you?” He
snickered.
Alisha
was getting annoyed now, was this guy dense? She needed to go.
“I need to get to work…”
“You can say that again,” he
said, gripping her tightly and pouncing up onto her chest, aiming his cock
between her massive udders, “why don’t you work on this.”
“Stop it! Get off me!
Look, this isn’t funny, I need to get going.”
“I’m already going baby, why
don’t you just do your part eh? Just
open your mouth up a bit and let me slide right in.” He started to pound between her tits, fucking
her valley. She tried to push him off
but he grabbed her hands and held her down.
She cried out.
“Stop it, creep, I’m calling
the cops!”
He laughed and held her down,
slapping the side of her head when she talked.
She yelped out in pain and then started to cry some, realizing that
nothing she could do was going to get him off of her.
“There there,
I understand, its not fun is it?”
“No, no, please, please get
off me.”
“Okay baby, I gotcha, its okay,
I’ll make it better for you.” He slid
down her body and then thrust into her snatch.
She winced slightly as he pounded her at a weird angle.
“Uff,”
she said. She tried to get up, to throw
him off, but he held on tight. She tried
to kick with her legs but he stopped fucking her for a moment and made his legs
rigid on top of hers.
“Get off!” she roared.
“I’m trying to, heheheh,” he snickered, “I’m almost there baby.”
“No, no, nooo!”
she called out. This wasn’t happening,
this was so surreal.
He kept fucking her, raping
her, as she struggled and grew slightly more sluggish, the Rohypnol in her
system taking its effect. He always
enjoyed starting before they were out because it made it that much more fun to
watch them struggle, but it was inevitable that she
pass out.
He slapped her face, trying
to keep her awake, and her eyes shot open before sliding slowly closed
again. A single tear managed to escape
and slide down her smeared face before she lost consciousness.
After he was done with her he
climbed off her carried her into the shower with him to wash her out. He kept playing with her tits, man they were
big, it was what had attracted him to her in the first place in the club. He took his time bathing her, rubbing inside
her cunt and over her slick tits, enjoying sudsing them up and washing them off. He leaned her in next to him and kissed her
on the lips, enjoying his control over her.
She continued to weigh on him though, her body hard to keep propped up
indefinitely, so eventually he leaned her against the wall and used her bulbous
chest to prop her against the shower rack.
He rubbed some saliva into
his hand and then ran his fingers into her asshole, lubing it up a bit as he
prepared to take her from behind.
Watching her helpless form had turned him on, and he grabbed her hair
from behind and hefted it a bit to give him some leverage. He pushed up against her, shoving her tits up
against the wet shower wall as he bucked into her. Man she was tight. He suspected she didn’t get out much, which
was surprising considering how she had dressed last night, all-star slut.
He cast his gaze back onto
the floor in the bedroom, looking at the various clothes items he had taken off
of her the previous night. He imagined
smelling them in the days to come and savoring them, remembering the time he
had spent with her, his conquest of her.
He closed his eyes and imagined her sucking his cock. Suddenly he came, shooting his strands up
into her tight ass. He grunted and shot
it all, until he was spent. Sighing he
relaxed and then let her slide down until she rested on the floor of the
shower. He cracked his neck and then
jiggled the last drops of his cum off onto her prone form.
Squinting
a bit he leaned up and washed his face off, running
his hands through his hair. He leaned
down and checked her face to make sure she was still above the small rivulets
of water. She was fine, he yawned, so he
let the water run. He got back out and
started drying off. He wrapped a towel
around himself and then started cleaning up the hotel room. He collected all of his things into his
suitcase and collected all of her clothing and dainties into a plastic bag
which he added to his case. He took down
her name, phone number and address from her license, noting her vitals in his
little black book for his records.
Finally he slipped his gloves on and slid a piece of printed paper out
and laid it on the bed. He had paid for
the room, for two nights, so that no one would come and bother them until he
was finished, with her card; he had left no record of himself.
He let himself out, knowing
that she wouldn’t come to for another half hour or so. When she did she would be naked, feel used
and discarded, sore, and violated. She
would wake up to no comfort, just the cold of the water running down on
her. All traces of her rape would be
gone but she would know, she would remember.
She would get up and find her clothes gone (tokens taken by her
assailant) and the room cold and empty but she would have no easy recourse.
--
Alisha
struggled to consciousness. The cold water poured down on her and roused
her to wakefulness. Suddenly she jumped
up, alert and uncomfortable. She stared
back into the shower, remembering how she had gotten there, what her date from
the previous night had done to her. She
shuddered. She looked around quickly for
a towel, something to dry off with. She
saw the note on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest and huddled herself
up to try to gather some warmth. It was
so cold in the room. Her thoughts were
distracted from reading the note as she scanned the room for a thermostat or a
heater.
Wow she didn’t remember this
room at all; she had been so out of it last night. She vaguely remembered the sensation of being
led up into the hotel, and getting her credit card out, but she didn’t remember
going to sleep at all, and the action last night was all bits and pieces. She shuddered again. There was the heater, she turned it on. Where the hell were her clothes?
She began a quick search of
the bathroom for a towel and still didn’t find one. Her date must have taken them with him… what
about her clothes? Had he taken them
too?
Panicking she ran over to the
bed and saw the note again. She glanced
to the sides, looking to see if she had discarded them there. Her eyes fell on the note:
“Having trouble remembering
what happened last night? You certainly
were drinking a lot. I took some
souvenirs to remember you by.”
That
asshole.
That, Arrrrrr! That made her so angry, oh my god, what the
fuck, how, how did this happen to her?
She was so stupid to how the and now she was and oh my god, what had he
done, he had fucked her. She groaned, her
stomach, she felt ill all of a sudden.
Oh my god what had he done? She
felt sick and alone, used, and really bad about herself. She got into the bed and slipped under the
covers. She huddled under them and tried
to warm up while thinking back over the evening. After a moment she remembered being raped
here on the bed too and she jumped out of it, repulsed.
She had to get out of this
room, this whole room reminded her of her attack, but she had no clothes! She looked for the phone, there it was, but
who was she going to call? The police,
she had no evidence. Her friends, she
would be so embarrassed.
Her parents?
Then
she’d have to listen to them talk about how she should never have moved to the
city… Wait, what about that Doctor?
It made sense. They had a professional relationship, he
could recommend what she could do for herself, he
would at least listen to her because she needed some medical help. What if that guy had given her something, a
disease, right? Yeah, she should see
that Doctor. Plus, she could be
pregnant, or, oh, she just wanted to be out of here. She wanted to not be herself, oh god it was
so horrible. But what about right now,
she had no clothes, that bastard had taken them, what a cruel thing to do. So stupid, Ally, so stupid to go home with
him, geez, oh she felt so bad.
She could call her flatmate about some clothes, but, she’d rather not have to
tell her. Then she’d have to live with
the reminder and right now she just wanted to forget about it. She would just act like it never
happened. She still had to see the
Doctor though, today was a check-up day anyway.
Oh god how did this happen to her.
How did she let this happen to her.
It was her tits, she wanted attention and
now, no, it wasn’t their fault, not entirely, she just
would have to be more careful.
Maybe Dr. Spencer could give
her some advice; no, that was silly. But
she did want to see him, she felt weak right now, weak and very vulnerable and
she longed for his strength and warmth.
She remembered how good she had felt being around him, she thought he
was very attractive and she thought that maybe he had shown some interest in
her. Maybe she was just imagining it but
she thought that maybe he had shown a special interest in her the past couple
of times she had gone in for a check-up.
Well, this was as good a time
as any to find out, she’d go in and see him and spill her heart out to him, god
knows she needed someone good in her life right now, especially after the
horrible ordeal she had just been through.
She didn’t know where it was going but she was so desperately hoping
that she could look up into his eyes and know that
everything was going to be alright, that he would make it all better.
She half-closed her eyes and
rubbed her neck with her hand, imagining things being so much better. She closed her eyes all the way and cried a
little bit, just a little bit, she had to be strong,
oh it was so wrong, so wrong for her to be left here like this. She reached up and fumbled for the phone with
a trembling hand.
She punched the number in to
Dr. Spencer’s private line “Now if you have any problems, any problems at all,
if something unexpected comes up or your body shows any undue signs of stress
you make sure to call me first, okay?” He had said to her, giving her his
card. She thought he was being overly
warm, and that was an indication to her that he was interested in her. She doubted he gave his personal card out to
everyone.
Keeping Abreast (two)
It was true,
Dr. Spencer had taken an unusual amount of interest in Alisha,
well, in Alisha’s case anyhow. He did seldom give his personal line out to
patients, and shied away from personal relationships with any of them, in fact,
from personal relationships of all kinds.
He was much more interested in his work, and right now Alisha’s body was displaying some very unusual symptoms in
regards to her body’s acceptance of the synthetic material he had surgically
deposited in her.
The surgery was supposed to
be very simple, he opened her up, put the material in,
and then gave her the shot that served as the catalyst for the ‘transformation’
as it were. The drug cocktail was
supposed to break the material down once it was in place and ready it for
acceptance by the body. So far this had
occurred easily and without problem in the vast majority of the test trials
conducted this far, very rarely a body rejected the material, and even once
there had been an allergic reaction, but by and far the techniques were without
serious side effect; in each of those cases the patient had made a full recovery
in a short period of time with treatment and/or removal of the material, with
no lasting adverse effect.
In Alisha’s
case though, and this was why he had taken a sort of seeming interest in her,
something that she, in her need, could easily construe as more of a paternal,
perhaps personal interest in her,
rather than in her tits, or rather, more specifically, what was in her tits.
No, Dr. Spencer’s interest in
Alisha was entirely professional, and for good
reason, Alisha’s body seemed to be taking too readily
to the adoption of the foreign material.
Usually in all of the cases there was some small portion of the material
that was processed by the body as waste and then removed through regular
toilet, but in this case Alisha’s body had
apparently, and this was what caused him some concern, had apparently, and he
hoped it was just an anomalous misinterpretation of data, had apparently
integrated all of the material, and
what’s more, was synthesizing more on its
own!
This was totally unheard of
and such a preposterous notion that Dr. Spencer simply could not believe
it. The body was just not capable of
such a thing. The only thing that kept
him interested in it, no, fascinated with it, the idea of such a thing, was the
childish notion that, while it might not be possible in a normal human body, such a thing might be possible in a female body… the same way that a child might think
a girl, in all of her foreign strangeness, might have cooties.
Certainly he shrugged the
silly notion off as infantile chauvinistic wish fulfillment, an unprofessional
obsession with the differences between the genders ‘Oh look at that,
boobies!’ Still, the data was there, and
it bothered him. He was beginning to
question everything he had learned in medical school… He was in uncharted waters, both medically
and personally, not having been with many women in his personal life.
--
The call came through to Dr.
Spencer as he was pondering his own failings and pouring over the data from Alisha’s tests. He
masked the eagerness in his voice to have her come in and submit to more tests
as best as he could but Alisha still heard what she
wanted to, a slightly breatheless and eager Dr.
Spencer answering his personal phone and showing more than a casual interest in
her appointment for the day. What’s
more, he agreed to pick her up at her hotel, and the odd request to bring her a
change of clothes. Any other Doctor
would have found this very strange and would have asked questions, or referred
her to someone else, but not Dr. Spencer….
As Alisha thought, not him because he likes
me, he wants to see me! And as Spencer
was thinking, here she is, this is the test subject I’ve been so enraptured
with, the source of my intellectual dilemma, who cares that she needs clothes,
that’s trivial, what’s important is that I can continue my work with her.
“I’ll be right over.” The words made her feel so good, warmed her
up even as the heater was starting to do its job, made her feel not-so-alone in
the cold, hard world of her hotel room…
She could hardly wait for him to come pick her up, her knight in shining
armor. She hoped that maybe they could
go to his house, and that maybe she could stay for tea and maybe later snuggle
up by the fire…
Dr. Spencer certainly
wouldn’t object, he had all of the things needed to measure and monitor her
body’s reaction to the surgery at his house, all of the instruments he needed
in his own personal lab. It wasn’t first
and foremost on his mind, but the thought of taking her back to his place had
crossed his mind, especially if what he suspected were true, it might not be
the most professional thing to do, but, for the good of the project, and all of
the funding it represented, it might be best to keep the ‘anomaly’ as he had
dubbed Alisha in his mind, hidden from the rest of
the test group.
“Come to think of it,” he
thought, “we didn’t do such a great job of documenting her arrival…” he mused
back, thinking about his ineffective secretary, the one who had taken the many
lunch breaks unexcused, the one who had been on duty that day, the one he had
since let go… “Hmmm,” he said
aloud… “I wonder if she’s got anyone who
would mind if she took an extended medical leave…”
“My my,
what big tits you have”
- 2 –
“Oh thank you, thank you
Doctor.”
Alisha
was slipping the clothes on. They were
still in the hotel room, Spencer was examining her
body, while she thanked him and took comfort in his presence.
“Not a problem at all, my
dear.” Spencer was able to be charming
when the situation called for it, it was not exactly his forte, and, in order
to achieve maximum efficiency in his practice he had started considering hiring
someone to be a handler of sorts, a partner who could deal with patients and
give them the bedside manner. It was all
the same to him whether a patient was feeling great or miserable, all that he
cared about were the test results.
Still, he had found that when he ignored them they tended to close up
and shy away, and this made it more difficult to get what he wanted from their
bodies.
She was still beaming up at him,
and sliding into the clothes he had brought, just some baggy sweats, but they
would warm her up and feel comfortable on her developing body. Spencer yawned briefly, and then composed
himself and met her gaze. “Shall we go
to my place for our session today? I’m
afraid I have some things going on there that I left unattended and I would
like to get back to them. I can check
you out there.” He was being subtle but
she could tell that he was hoping she would agree. It didn’t bother her at all though, in fact
she was pleased by it, this was the request she had been hoping for.
“Oh that would be lovely
Doctor.” He took her arm in his and they
walked down to the car. On the drive
back Spencer glanced over at her occasionally, gauging her growing form from
under the top he had given her, and mentally going over the things he would
have to do once home in order to set up a place for her to stay that would not
be noticed by visitors. She caught his
calculating gaze in her own warm, trusting one and he melted, out of a desire
to not appear to be plotting anything, flashing her a
smile and doing his best to appear fatherly.
He leaned over and patted her shoulder as if to say ‘There there,
everything will be alright.’
Alisha
was so desperate for this kind of assurance right
now, so soon after her attack, that she clung to Spencer as a rescuer. She leaned over and put her head on his
shoulder, closing her eyes and imagining his big strong arms wrapping around
her, protecting her.
The next time they stopped in
traffic Spencer took this opportunity to examine her tits some more under the
top. He craned his neck and ogled them,
not bothering to hide his actions and the focus of his interest from the serene
and happily closed eyes of his patient.
Alisha opened her eyes slowly, to see where they were and
Spencer turned his gaze out to the road, as if checking over his shoulder. Then, to cover his action, a moment later he
changed lanes. They were almost to his
house.
--
“Please, come in, make
yourself at home.” They had parked in
the garage, and Alisha was immediately impressed with
the size of Spencer’s home. It was
almost a mansion, and was in a nice, forested area, in a kind of posh
suburb. The nearest neighbor was not all
that far away, it being a suburb and all, but there were trees and some land in
between. It reminded her a bit of being
in the country, with all of the trappings of urban society.
“Oh if you don’t mind, please
take your shoes off over here,” Spencer was instructing her. She nodded and then flipped her tennis shoes
off (which were borrowed from Spencer as well since that creep from last night
had stolen her high heels as well!)
She was a little chilly, and
she realized that in a house this big drafts were
inevitable, and that probably only a few of the rooms were well-heated. She hugged herself, clutching her chest to
keep warm, and Spencer noticed her reaction.
“Why don’t you come more inside and get warm.” He led her into his study. He surprised her a little by sliding an examination
table out from the side of the room, where it could be tucked away inside the
bookshelf. He motioned kindly for her to
hop on up on top of it. She hesitated
for a moment, because she didn’t want to slide into a patient/Doctor role right
away. She wanted to cuddle up with him
first, but she knew that she needed to be checked at some point.
He helped her up onto the table, it wasn’t as easy as it had been the last time she
got up onto it (although she attributed that change to the fact that it was, in
fact, a different table.) Spencer,
meanwhile, noted that her proportions had continued to change, and that the
difficulty was due to her added top-heaviness.
“Please let me take these off
of you so that we may begin the examination.”
He was the consummate professional, and he didn’t want her to feel
embarrassed as she got naked before him.
Prior, in the hotel, when he had entered she had also been naked, but
she had covered herself up with her arms and legs and had only been a little
embarrassed when he had checked her out then while she dressed. Here though, on full display, it would be a
different matter. Still, she took a breathe and readied herself for the chill; he was her
Doctor after all, and he needed to check her body.
She took her sweat top off
and then hugged her body a bit, trying to keep warm. “Oh I’m sorry,” Spencer said, referring to
the room temperature. “Would you like
something to warm you up, a cup of tea maybe?”
She smiled her gratitude and said that she would, very much like
one. He left the room for maybe a moment
and then returned with a cup he had prepared ahead of time. She thought it a little odd but then decided
that he was just an efficient host. She
thought about it some more as she sipped at it and concluded that if she had
turned him down he probably would have drank it
himself. It made sense, and it was
thoughtful of him, offering her his drink.
As these thoughts coalesced
in her mind Spencer proceeded with his examination of her. As before he put his surgeon’s mask on and
slipped into some latex exam gloves. It
made her feel slightly distant from him when he did but he assured her it was
only routine.
It was a little discomforting to her, to watch him disappear behind the
mask, but he was the Doctor, so, whatever.
She let him poke and prod her, taking measurements and examining her
bust thoroughly. She never felt that he
was being intimate with her because of the accoutrements of his profession, but
when she had talked with him after her exams, previously, she had always come
away feeling a deep warmth and positive feeling from
the Doctor, as though he wanted her to feel good and know that he cared.
In truth, after each of the
previous visits Spencer had been so blown away by his findings that he had been
put into a rare mood, where he displayed vigor and enthusiasm, for the unusual
findings, of course. If his patient
interpreted his affect as goodwill and affability, well, he could certainly not
be blamed for that. As the session had
progressed and he had become more obsessed with this particular test result his
patient had become more convinced that he was enamored of her, which fed right
into her feelings that had been growing for him.
Thus, tonight, in his house,
sipping the warm tea, and feeling his hands ‘caressing’ her swelling tits she,
with all of the thoughts and emotions that had been building for the past week
and a half, moaned sensuously. It was
sort of a soft moan, one which Spencer at first mistook for the sound of a
lowing cow. He almost glanced down to
make sure that she was not lactating before figuring out what was going
on. He reached down and noted on his
chart “Reaction seems to have created increased hormonal levels in patient.” He thought back to his previous assumption,
that she had begun lactating, and decided that it would not be too far off if
she did, considering that, if his study of her was correct, she was in a
libidinous mood due to increased estrogen levels.
In fact, of course, Alisha was just responding to his ministrations, but that
thought certainly didn’t cross Spencer’s mind.
He didn’t view his patient as a sexual being, simply as a scientific
data collection point. Her strange
behavior was simply noted for its characteristics and he moved on. Still, this change deserved further study and
so he continued his study of her body further than normal. As he continued to probe and poke Alisha became more turned on, thinking now that he must
have heard her moan, and had not said anything, as though he accepted her
arousal. She moaned again, louder this
time, and Spencer again could not help thinking how much it sounded like a cow
lowing across the field.
Alisha
started to respond to his attention in other
ways. Her thighs were slowly becoming
moister as the examination continued, and her breathing was becoming
raspier. She started to wiggle one hand
down next to her legs, intent on caressing herself down there. Spencer noted her behavior and continued to
study her. He watched as she reached
down and began playing with herself, sticking her hand into her snatch and
gently rubbing back and forth. He paused
in his exam to watch, studying her hand motion and noting in his research
exactly what kind of motion she was making, as though analyzing her
masturbation.
This was the first time
Spencer had seen a woman masturbate.
Sure he had seen a few naked, but they had never been so openly
sensuous, it had been much more mechanical, the sex he had had with them; and
he had not been with many women. This
behavior was new and strange to him, and so he did what he did for any patient
exhibiting new behavior or symptoms, he studied it. He got up and reached for his video recorder,
positioning it to aim between his patient’s legs.
This strange phenomena
she was engaging in had to be examined.
Alisha
realized that she was being filmed, that the Doctor
had setup a recording device between her legs and was watching and filming her
actions. She could hear it, she didn’t
need to look, and she kept her eyes closed tight as she frigged herself. She considered the filming ‘participation’ on
Spencer’s part, and it excited her more.
Here he was acknowledging her actions and showing interest in her.
To be more precise he was
showing interest in her reaction to the surgery. To construe this as the normal behavior of a
woman in a normal sexual heat would have been foreign to him,
he simply had so very little experience with the fairer sex. When he had been with them intimately it had
been much more cold and dispassionate.
For his patient to be displaying such arousal, such high hormonal
levels, it could only be the result of the implantation. It was another anomaly, and one that needed
to be studied. So far this patient had
reacted very strangely to the implanted material, and things just seemed to be
getting more anomalous as time went on.
“In fact,” he said, voicing
his thoughts aloud, “if I had needed any more proof
that this subject was having a freak reaction to the surgery, then this is it,”
he concluded, waving dismissingly at the sexual behavior Alisha
was displaying.
“What?” Alisha
responded, stopping her ministrations for a moment to respond to what Spencer
had said.
“Sub-subject?”
Had he referred to her as a subject?
Spencer realized his mistake,
noting that he had interfered with the natural development of whatever was
playing out in this young woman’s body.
It was only right that he remove himself from the reaction taking place,
that he place her in a sterile environment where he
could observe her change without influencing the natural evolution taking
place.
“I’m sorry my dear,
oversight” he said, admonishing and soothing with tone, while deftly loading
and administering a small hypodermic which he magicked
out of the nearby desk.
“Won’t happen again.”
She opened her eyes wide, in shock and panic, and then the lights went
out behind them and she was dull, and sluggish.
He lifted her torpid form up, off the table, struggling with her
increased bulk. He loaded her onto a
dolly and then wheeled her further into the recluses of the house.
Keeping Abreast (all of them)
“Silly,
stupid sack-girl.
I don’t know what you were thinking, but now
you’re just a quivering mass for me to study.” Spencer prodded the thing with
his stick, it jiggled.
“Ahh,
I see you’re awake.” Spencer looked down
at the girl. She had disappeared almost entirely under the weight of her
developing breasts. No longer a simple
absorption the catalyst had begun breaking down her bodies tissues into more fatty
matter for her breasts. To Spencer’s amazement she had actually started growing
a second pair of breasts below her first.
-
The second pair of nipples
was already protruding prettily from her upper belly. Spencer reached down and petted the girl’s head. As a precaution he had cut her hair while she
had slept, minimizing any extraneous body matter. He had stripped her of her clothes and put
her into a safe bin for examination and study.
She wriggled and tried to
turn over. The bin she was in cramped
her, not allowing her enough room to right herself; her breasts were massive
and made it impossible for her to get up.
She flailed her arms around and tried to clutch at the inside of the slick,
smooth plastic container she had been unceremoniously thrust into.
Alisha
pouted. This
didn’t make any sense. She looked up
past her massive, throbbing growing tit mounds and saw the dispassionate doctor
studying her figure.
“Halp!”
she called up. The doctor ignored
her. He actually leaned back and went to
make some more notes in his book:
“The subject is awake,” he
wrote, “it appears to still be capable of conscious thought. The large mammary extrusions on its chest
have begun to take over as its predominant feature.” In the margin he had already started to
annotate his own notes with such private thoughts as ‘astonishing’ and ‘a
curious breed of woman.’
Alisha
struggled some more and then called up again,
“Please, Doctor, help me!” Spencer
sighed quietly to himself and then rustled his pages around.
Over the next few minutes he
noted an increase in breast growth, as though the girl’s frenetic movements
were furthering the catalysts saturation of her body through her bloodstream
and increasing her metabolism.
As he watched, slightly in
awe, her struggling subsided and a massive shudder ran through her body. The breasts that had begun to sprout from her
upper belly increased in size, bulged outwardly, and then emerged out from her body in a few short spurts. “Oh my god,” Spencer gasped. It was as though her body were digesting the
rest of her, turning her insides into more breast matter, the natural order of
her hormonal chest development being reactivated and then put into overdrive.
“I wonder”, he thought… If she is ‘going through puberty’ again, a
second time, developing a bust, triggering hormone
production…
He quickly got up and went to
the shelf. He grabbed a large syringe
and filled it with estrogen concentrate.
With trembling hands he ran back over to his test bin, leaned down, and
then injected the ultra-concentrated serum directly into second pairs’
nipples.
Alisha
cried out.
“All in the name of science
my good dear,” Spencer quipped amiably.
He rubbed his hands together, grabbing his pen and jotting down the parameters
of the experiement.
He waited for the reaction.
Within minutes her breasts
started to spasm and then judder violently before thrusting up and out, buoyed
by an apparent quick absorption and then rapid turnover of her body’s chemistry
into new breast matter.
“Wow,” he said, watching her
breasts swell and burgeon out from her emaciated form. It was like watching a balloon being blown
up. With each surge of matter into her
new breasts some other part of her seemed to have the air sucked out of it.
-
Her legs started to shrivel,
as well as her arms. All of her limbs
receded as a third set of tits
appeared below the second, making a total of six growing breasts on her
form. The first pair had finally slowed down, leaving it off at a size that easily eclipsed and
dwarfed her head. Her second pair was
still fast growing though, and was soon surpassing the size of her head as
well, in fact, as Spencer watched the second pair fast approached the size of
the first.
His hand took notes
furiously, his eyes peeled at the amazing transformation taking place before
him. He didn’t even have time to ponder
the ramifications, he just knew that he was watching
something amazing and deeply private.
Her arms shrank back into her
body, absorbed by her hungry metabolism.
Any bit of spare body mass was being processed by the catalyst and her
supremely hormonal body chemistry for assimilation into one of her growing
breasts.
Spencer watched Ally’s face,
she was obviously in shock at the sensations, but unable to see her new
breasts. She flailed around with her
limbs, sensing that something was wrong, but unable to do anything about it.
Spencer offered her no
comforting or reassuring words: “You’re
turning into tits, girl! Your whole body
is turning into giant sacks of titmeat. Oh my I wonder what will happen in the end,
will it stop with just your limbs or process the rest of you as well?”
He continued to scribble
notes, marking changes and occurrences as they progressed in rapid
fashion. Her arms had sunk back into her
fully, leaving the side of her body smooth and rotund, the curves of her breast
ran down to merge into her torso and then run around her back to meet back up
on the other side. Spencer blinked and
looked again, it was as though she were simply
dissolving into giant sets of tits. The
first pair of her overdeveloped mammories stood torpedo out from her body, and
the second was fast matching its blimp proportions.
He cast his glance down
towards her third pair of tits, seeing it sprout and shudder violently, surging
out from her body, the nipples tingling as more and more of her body was sucked
up into her middle for processing. He
watched as her feet were sucked up into her vagina.
Putting a finger down to
touch her mons he felt a little goo
from her wet pussy and quickly wiped it off on her tits. He took his surgeon’s gloves off and replaced
them with a fresh pair. When he sat back
down again the bottom half of her body had disappeared, her body had simply
stopped right below her waist, leaving her pussy abutting nothingness. Her head had been almost completely obscured
by the burgeoning mass jockeying for position on her massive torso. Each of the
three pairs of tits continued to receive additional feed from inside her body,
and the resulting strain reminded him of overinflated
balloons all bouncing around in a small space.
She would need a new
bin! Her body mass had converted almost
half of her already into breastflesh and the plastic
container he had originally put her into was longer than it was wide.
-
He leaned down and tried to
pick her up, but she was too heavy. He
picked the bin up from the bottom and lifted.
Ally went tits-over-head backwards and tumbled out of the container,
landing softly on her squishes.
Spencer walked over to her
morphing form and pet her head, mostly to gauge just
how much of her might still remain. He
received little reaction. He pulled her
breasts off her face, worried that she might not be receiving air, and was
surprised to see a fourth pair of breasts growing… from her face!
“Woah,”
he said, letting go like he had just touched a bug. “What the….”
True to form Ally’s body was
using what it had left to process her into a giant writhing mass of soft breast
flesh. Her internal organs had all
mostly been transferred into her tits, leaving her a fully functional woman in
her re-apportioned body.
But her body was not done
yet, with her lungs and heart still pumping and heaving away inside her pairs
of breasts, her first and second respectively, her digestive and excretory
system had been pulled up into her third pair of breasts.
All that remained was this
newly growing fourth pair, which was sprouting directly from her face. As Spencer watched her head dissolved under a
growing blob-like mass of soft flesh. He
recovered from his initial shock and reached forward to touch it, it responded
just a jubbly would, it shook and wobbled.
He went back to his notes,
watching the growing woman have her face sucked up into the production of a
fourth pair of tits. Her body correctly
identified only the most vital processes necessary for survival, her brain and
her nasal passages and left those intact.
Spencer noticed, as he pulled the growing gigantic fourth pair apart to
study the valley in-between, that there was still a small hole for breathing
purposes.
He reached down and stuck his
finger into it, smiling a bit as the quadruped breast-woman shuddered and
jiggled in protest as she suffocated. He
let go and she resumed normal breathing.
As her recovering lungs heaved her tits all jiggled and wobbled.
Spencer noticed that her
pairs of tits had all taken on slightly different angles, thereby making her
form into a more pliant and versatile arrangement. Instead of all being arranged in a straight
line down from her face to her torso and then waist her spine had apparently
been absorbed, at least partially, as well, leaving her body a soft jiggling
mass of eight giant tits that functioned more as a wheel or a large sack of
amorphous soft titflesh then anything else.
“Hmm,” he said,
wondering. He wanted to know if it was
capable of coordinated movement. He
first checked the vaginal crevasse, and was pleased to find that the anus and labia
still poked playfully out at him between a pair of clutching tits. He had to push the large breasts apart to
reach them, but he knew that he she could still be fucked with minimal
resistance. In fact, he mused, if she
were to try to fend off an attacker she would find her soft breasts a much less
effective deterrent then her previous hard thighs had been.
-
All in all he was quite
pleased with the final shape she took.
Four massive pairs of tits, eight giant sacks of titmeat,
arranged in a circular and bulging configuration that left no real indication
of where any part of her began or ended, she was all just tit to all outwards
appearances.
He took his time studying her
though, discovering her mysteries. She
still responded to heat and stimuli, so she could still feel, which meant that
she had to have some brain left inside her, maybe all of it. He watched as she fumbled with her eight tits
to develop some new motor skills.
Eventually she was able to ‘walk’ with her new limbs, stepping tit over
tit and sort of crawling and lurching in the direction she wanted.
-
She had no outer features
except for her eight massive titsacks, and it was
only when a person approached and spread a pair of them that an inner feature
could be discovered. Between one pair of
tits obviously rested her pussy and anus.
That one was easy to remember because the tit mass would occasionally
have to excrete from between those two tits.
Spencer made sure to clean up after her messes and wipe the breasts
down, so as to keep her body clean and fresh.
Between another pair of her
tits resided her breathing passage and mouth, she took air in and could also
eat from her now toothless mouth.
Spencer experimented with feeding her, and discovered that the best way
was to either put an object directly into her mouth (watching as she gripped
and cluthched at it, determining whether to eat it or
spit it out, and then swallowed it.)
For fun though he left food
items in her path, so that as her breasts sensed out the way (he loved watching
her fumble around corners with her dumb sensors slapping against the walls in
search of her surroundings) and felt the things that she crawled over.
He would leave similar
feeling objects beneath her to sense out, but which she would ultimately have
to put into her mouth and taste to be able to make a determination about. She liked the custard and pudding piles that
he left about, although she got more on her tits then in her mouth most of the
time. But she was careful to avoid his
elaborate deceptions, less appetizing food of similar texture which he put near
the other, more tasty treats.
-
Her third and fourth pair of
tits had no such sensitive features, and thus were
simply there for support.
He monitored her carefully and
took notes on her everyday. She
maintained a regular body weight of about 140lbs. He could feed her and she would eat it, so he
noticed that she could gain or lose weight.
He measured and weighed her frequently, keeping track of each of the
eight tits separately. He also monitored
her hygiene, making sure her mouth was kept clean and her breathing passage
clear of mucus. He washed and cleaned
out her vagina and anus regularly as well.
He would scrub and hose down
her ‘body,’ all eight parts, and then spend some time oiling her down. He found it quite relaxing to just spend
hours at a time oiling and massaging her.
When company came over he
rolled her into the basement and locked the door. She would spend the time in the dark (which
did not hamper her at all) rolling about and prodding and feeling things which
he also kept down there. On one
occasion, while he had company over, she had knocked over a stack of books and
it had caused a clatter. He had gone
down to check on the noise and had discovered her unharmed. If she had been a regular person she might
have had a nasty bump on the head or a concussion, but since her body was
remarkably springy and soft she had simply repelled the falling objects, they had
bounced off of her harmlessly.
He had smiled and patted her,
and then cordoned off half of the basement as her ‘living quarters’ and then
left her to roll around in that safer area.
Keeping abreast of the rest (more tests)
Over the weeks that turned
into months he became quite fond of his girl and eventually got over his fear
of intimacy with women and started to become closer to her.
Alisha, for her
part, had long ago seized thinking of whether her new body was permanent or
not, she had gotten used to it. At first
she had been terribly frightened and then angry, but when she realized that for
all of the air she blew out of her nose or yelling she tried with her mouth she
was not getting any response (her vocal cords and ears had been absorbed and
made into breast mass as well) she had fallen into the sedate lifestyle
befitting an octopedal quad-pair of tits.
Spencer started reading her
bedtime stories and ‘tucking her in’ that is, covering her amorphous body with
a plastic liner to keep dust off of it.
The stories he read her were almost entirely for his own benefit, and
were often dull and technical. Still,
she welcomed his warmth and cuddled up to him as best she could.
-
One day he spent the better
part of two hours heaving and pushing her up the stairs until he was exhausted
but she was finally back in the main part of the house. He wiped his brow and watched as she rolled
around exploratatively.
Sighing he had settled down and watched as she
frolicked around. He admired her gentle
curves and simple sloping contours. He
laughed at the way her nipples whapped into everything as she rolled
around. He walked over and hugged one of
her large teats. He wrapped her arms
around her and gave her a big hug. Then
he reached down and kissed one of her nipples.
Her pussy oozed in response and he soon found himself having clean up
after her mess.
A little while later he
helped her up the stairs to the second floor, pushing and grunting until she
was all the way up. He helped her into
his Master Bedroom and then into a soft plastic cage he had made for her. It was like an oversized doghouse and did not
give her much room to move around in, but she was safe in it. He made sure that she could not get back out,
closing the door behind her, and then left her there while he went back down to
the basement to take back the space she had been occupying. He needed to store more research and notes
from his work and couldn’t afford to keep her down here anymore.
He liked having her in his
room anyhow. When he had women over
(having Ally around constantly allowed him to get over his fear of them and to
just feel more relaxed around them) he just covered her cage up and shoved it
into the closet. She didn’t move around
enough to make any more than a gentle thumping noise when she was all the way
secured, and his lovers never questioned it it was so
soft.
-
He was feeling rather amorous
today, they had been together for a year, and he had just gotten up the courage
today to ask her out. She lay there,
quivering in the nestle of his closet just as he had
left her. He took her out of the box and
let her loose. She blubbered out in a
wet mass, falling splat onto the floor and then shaking herself out. He rubbed her sweat and mess with a towel,
gently cleaning and scrubbing her.
He pulled her rear tits
apart, exposing her vagina and anus. He
leaned in, nervous, this was his first time with
Ally. “Um,” he said. “I know we’ve been friends for awhile but,”
he began. Ally could feel his body, his
warmth, and tried to pull him in closer, she had not had any vaginal contact
for
soo
long, and she was so horny right now.
Spencer didn’t know how to
say this, the words were coming out all weird, “Um, I feel we’ve been together
for awhile now, you know, friends, and, well, you know I’ve been practicing
with other girls to get good at it, and, um, Ally, would you be mine?”
Not really hearing what he
was saying since she didn’t have ears anymore the frenzied Alisha
ran her titlimbs up as close to him as she
could. She tried to rub her pussy on
him, to get any part of him that she could.
Spencer laughed a bit at her response, taking it as a joyful ‘Yes!’ and
then pushing her off of him. He got up
off his knees, she had accepted, he was ecstatic.
“Okay, great, you’ve made me
just the happiest man,” he said. He
pulled his pants off quickly, making sure to grab the bottle of champagne off
on the side to celebrate. He popped the
cork and then dribbled some of the bubbly onto his hardening cock. He splashed some of it onto Ally’s pussy and then
tossed some onto her alluring tit body afterwards.
He was so happy, so proud to
have such a wonderful woman, and now that they were engaged well, it was only
right that he consummate their union.
He leaned in and put his hard
cock right up next to her wet, writhing pussy.
Oh god she had waited so long for this.
He pushed in and grabbed onto her swelling tit masses for support,
banging her hard.
“Oh Alisha,”
he moaned.
“Oh
Doctor,” she said, from inside her mind.
--
From the Doctor’s Notes:
“Following my proposal Alisha became pregnant.
I was overjoyed to discover that what I had previously diagnosed as an
empty and superfluous titsack ended up housing her
transposed womb. Thus far one of her
tits has housed her lungs, one her brain, one her stomach, one her waste, and
now one has her womb. I wonder what
other surprises she has in store.”
“Alisha
lost the baby. I am disappointed as this
puts a strain on our marriage.
Apparently she is unable to have children. After a few weeks her body took the
developing mass and converted it into more breast matter. She has not lost her child-bearing weight,
and instead has simply gained more in total.”
“We have tried again, with
similar results. Each time, it seems,
that Alisha becomes pregnant she gains another few
pounds, her body prepares material for the baby but then absorbs and processes
it all into her breasts. It seems as
though there are two forces at work, her natural mothering instincts and the
‘formatting’ that the initial reaction created in her. Needless to say I am unhappy. If she loses another child I am dumping her.”
“Alisha
failed again. I impregnated her, there
is no fault on my end, but she again refused to carry my child to term. Her body selfishly took the mass into itself. Her body weight it
now over 180lbs. roughly evenly distributed across her eight body
features. I have measured them upon
occasion and each one is over forty inches in diameter.”
“I have dumped
Alisha
,
she is no longer of any use to me as a potential spouse. I still keep her around for entertainment
value and to keep me company but watching her roll around is getting
tiresome. It is time to see if she knows
any more tricks. I will be having one of
my old flames over for dinner tonight.”
“Alisha
is serving some purpose now, by continuing to use her rear channel occasionally
I can keep her continually flushing for pregnancy. Additionally her body is full of hormones and
growing at a rewarding rate. She has put
on forty pounds in the past two months and shows no signs of stopping. I am starting to see a real yield as well, in
the form of copious amounts of breast milk.”
“I have started bottling the
milk, but have not consumed any for fear of the hormones present. I have isolated the enzymes that have caused Alisha’s ‘reaction’ and hope to synthesize some soon.”
Spencer kicked Alisha idly, eliciting a spurt of milk from her juddering nates. He walked
over to the closet and fetched a jar. He
fastened one end of the sucker around her nipple and then started pumping the
milk out into the container. Later that
evening he would serve his date her drink laced with a generous amount of this
milk. He had been having her over for
these ‘feedings’ several times a week for the past month.
-
From the Additional Notes of
Spencer:
“Giselle has drank a critical mass amount of the liquid. She started having spasms tonight and I
rushed her to my infirmary feigning sympathy and concern. She fell into a catatonic state and her body
is already starting to reject its prior bio-mass. Her breasts are starting to swell up and I
can see the starting pushes of new buds developing underneath. I have put her into her training bin for the
transformation. I will monitor her as she
awakes and then administer a pulse shot of estrogen concentrate at an opportune
moment.”
“Giselle has transformed
amiably. She was initially very
frightened and thrashed around but has become quite docile and obedient. She weighs only 140lbs. as opposed to Ally’s
220 and has a much tanner skin tone, her nipples are more tumescent and more
resemble a cow’s. Giselle has also
become a large sack of titmeat divided into eight
components. I feel confident about my
experiments and more comfortable around these women. Next week I will begin personal
administration of semen injection’s into Giselle’s reproductive system so that
she can begin to come to term as well as Ally has.”
“I have had Ally for about
two years now, she is very sedate and well-behaved, she
is quite the modern woman. With eight
gigantic udders I can get a yield of about four gallons per day from her. Giselle has given way to Ursuline
as my newest herd member. Giselle has gained about 80lbs. in the six months
that I have had her. She still rolls
around some but seems more content to let me poke and prod her then
before. Both women eat what I give them
and are happy to rub up against and hug me for warmth when I visit them.”
“Ursuline
is a scrawny thing weighing only 10lb.s in each tit, or 80lbs. total. She was a runway model when I took her in and
started feeding her sumptuous meals. It
was hard and arduous to gain her as an addition since she would binge and purge
after our meals. Once I learned of this
I drugged her drink so that she would digest after her meal. After two months I finally got her to undergo
her change as well, putting her into the bin and then monitoring her re-birth.”
“Ursuline
has put on quite a bit of weight. She
initially refused to eat in her tit mouth, but I put a hose down it and then
force-fed her for a few days. She now
eats dutifully from my hand and even gums my fingers afterwards. She, I can now proudly say, weights almost
200lbs. all of it soft blubbery titmeat.”
Spencer posed his three
darling girls, admiring their supple skin and their slightly different skin
tones. Each one was a writhing mass of
blubbery, soft, yielding tit flesh, each girl a massive testament to her sex’s
weakness and dependence on men for survival.
Ursuline still showed flushing from her last
sexual feeding. The two older, heavier,
girls were leaking milk from their udders, and, since Ally had been the most
recently milked, Giselle was Spencer’s current favorite as she, at present, tipped
the scales at just over 300lbs.
“Say cheese,” he said, taking
their photo. He had discovered that
keeping them stationary kept the milk as fluid and easily milked as
possible. When they moved about it could
cause the milk to thicken, so he tended to keep them clustered in pillowy corner of his bedroom. As he laid down for
the evening he took his glasses off and laid down amidst his harem laying his
arms out to rest on their juddering masses.
They were each lashes to the bedposts, unable to do more than squirm a
bit.
He closed his eyes and
dreamed of tits filling the room, lining the walls, replacing all of the
bedroom furniture. The book fell out of
his hand, bounced off of a soft
nate
,
and then landed on the floor. He fell
asleep in the gentle and yielding bosoms of his girls.
He smiled, pushing his
backwards, rubbing with it, to burrow deeper into his nice, warm, soft pillows.
---
by
Alex Streuth
Literary notes: Someone requested a remake of one of my favorites,
a story that involved a girl going through Breast Growth on every possible
surface of her body until there was no girl left and only breasts. I made some subtle changes and then rolled
out some more buxom beauties to create a bevy of sultry ladies. There’s also a gratuitous rape scene.
The song ‘Wasted’ by And One
was a pretty big goth/industrial dance anthem at
discerning night clubs everywhere a few years ago. In it the lyrics do tell of a dissatisfied young girl who dreams of plastic surgery as her
solution to her self-esteem problem.
In this story I try to give
some backstory to Dr. Spencer, letting readers in on
where he’s been, where he’s coming from.
He’s quite ‘well-versed’ in the female anatomy before he comes to
Cherish, but it isn’t until several years later that he meets and becomes fast
partners with Mr. Streuth.
This story brought to you with
absolutely no messy elements to satisfy even the most squeamish of
readers! Otherwise I would have
elaborated on some of the ‘games’ Spencer liked to play with his tit girls when
feeding time came around, and also provided some insight into their cramped
living conditions when Spencer was not around to clean and bathe them.
--
Keywords: Breast Growth, slow, fast, nc, reluctant, plastic surgery, forced, rape,
Objectification, degradation extreme modifications, All tits girl, all tits,
bimbo, doll, huge breasts, BE, chemical, surgical, clinical, enhanced collagen
silicone silicon surgery modified injected amputated helpless slave toy bimbo
doll girl tits
--
Lastly, the author disclaims
that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of
behaviors and/or ideas are healthy much less conscionable. It is my intention to provide a well-written
adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites. Feedback is welcomed, and you may write me at
Streuthanasia@gmail.com
--
Reader suggestions are always welcomed
and I am sure if you have a specific situation, person, item of clothing,
object, body part or interaction etc. that you wish inserted into the busy
schedules of the exacting Dr. Spencer and Mr. Streuth
please do not hesitate to contact me regarding it. I will see it I can fit your order into their
schedule, or bring it up at the next Cherish Board meeting. –AS
Please check out Alex Streuth's Stories
(www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Alex_Streuth/www/)
for the rest of my hosted collection.
I am indebted to The Mayor of Cherish www.bimbofiction.com for the use of his setting.