“I’ve invented a pill that gives worms to ex girlfriends.” Those words, heard in an obscure movie from the eighties haunted me for the rest of my life. It was brilliant and trivial and wonderful. It was revenge through science. I knew I had to get me some of that.
So I majored in biochemistry in college. Studied countless hours, forego keggers and fraternities, worked tirelessly as a research assistant for unappreciative professors. All for the goal to be an inventor, and I would invent revenge!
Now I’m not perfect, I made mistakes along the way. I may have done the occassional harmless errand for this beautiful girl or other. I may have written someone’s termpaper because she smelled nice. I’m not a role model. But I did it.
I invented the perfect device. The body is a perpetual motion machine, the robot that makes other robots, a paradox of perfection. Until the factory goes on strike as it were, no longer wanting to work, demanding longer breaks until finally it’s just an empty building with a few lights on. It’s just a bunch of protien molecules moving around making more protien molecules. So all it takes is some new blueprints and strange things can happen. We have spiders making insulin, pandas making love, it’s marvelous times to be a scientist. AND I, I’ve invented a device to naturally make larger breasts.
Unfortunately, there are a few minor unpleasant side effects. Based on my studies of monkeys and apes, the females become much more sexually driven. Sort of like the increased sex drive found in pregnant women, more or less exactly like that. My device triggers the body to believe it’s pregnant, only much, much faster results. The breasts expand, the sex drive increases, there’s vomiting, it’s fantastic. All within a few minutes.
Now maybe the vomiting isn’t fantastic, but this is scientific revenge, remember? Think of the prettiest girl you hate, now picture her with larger breasts. Okay, now maybe hate is no longer on your mind. Now picture her clothes unable to restrain her new mammory goodness, and she’s crazy turned on and vomiting. She’s humiliated. That’s where you step in. You hold her hair for her. Offer her some listerine. Then take her to a nearby hotel room, empty class room, janitors closet whatever. And you fuck the living shit out of her. What could be better than that?
I may sound crazy to you. I sound crazy to me. But that’s just social conditioning. We are trained to conform, to not be open to original ideas and brilliance. Even I, a genius, am called to the mediocre and the humdrum. But I resist. I pursue brilliance, and that which is pure and true. And if that means some may call me mad, so be it.
Now the device. It looks like a gun from laser tag or photon, which had a really awesome cartoon which should be released on DVD if there were any justice in the world. But there isn’t. But that will change. The reason it looks like a gun from Photon, is because that’s what I used to make the damned thing. Well, the shell anyway. The actual insides are vastly different. It houses a transmitter that releases highly focused radiation to trigger nerve cells in the body, just as if they’d received photo voltaic internal messages indicating pregnancy. However while the natural process is gradual, my device emits a much larger signal that triggers many, many cells at once and kicks the body into overdrive. There are some small risks this can cause mutation and severe abdominal cramping, but science requires sacrifice. And I did mention the whole revenge thing right?
So now that I had my weapon, I needed two things. A victim and a name. Well three things, a name for the gun, and a name for myself, and my first victim. There was Trish. Trish the dish, the lab assistant who was always getting me to do her work for her. She would be the first to feel the wrath of General Relativity.
So after a few more tests I had refined my weapon, created a snazzy outfit with four golden stars on my epaulet and a picture of a train on my visored hat. High riding boots, dark sunglasses and a corn cob pipe completed my outfit. I sought out Trish the Dish. She was actually in the lab for a change, wearing her short lab coat over a tight cashmere sweater. She wore a tight vinyl skirt and high vinyl boots. I felt my cock throb against my leg. She must have felt me staring, there’s some scientific research to support that people can tell when they’re being observed, and turned.
“Brad, what are you doing here? Did you complete that experiment for me?” She gave me big doe eyes and I completely forgot why I was there.
“No” I mumbled sheepishly. My throat was so dry my voice cracked.
“Why not?” She looked so dissappointed. I hated myself at that moment.
“I was busy working on this project.”
“But I really needed your help.” She sidled up to me and her hand was on my arm. “Are you wearing cologne?” She leaned in close and sniffed my neck. I shivered from the brush of her body against mine.
“I’ll get it done tonight.”
“Good.” She pulled away and I sighted. She looked at me and sighed too, her arms stretched over her head and back and I followed the rise and fall of her breasts. Full c cups, they strained against her sweater, but the damned sweater won.
“Why are you wearing that strange outfit?”
“What outfit?”
“The army coat with all the starts, the combat boots, aviator sunglasses and hat. That outfit?”
“Oh, I forgot I was wearing it.” I had too. She had that effect on me, which is how I kept ending up doing her work for her. But then I remembered, the outfit, revenge, her breasts.
“Because I am no longer a mild mannered lab assistant, I am General Relativity.” And I pulled out my photon gun.
“What the hell?” She panicked at the sight of my gun. “Look don’t shoot me, please. I’m sorry I made you do my research and that I told Dr. Zeemer that you don’t work hard and shouldn’t be promoted.”
“You did what? After all the work I did for you. You fucking bitch!”
“I’m really sorry. Please don’t shoot me. I’ll make it up to you. Please, c’mon. I’m too cute to die...wait. That’s not a real gun. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? You backstabbing little bitch. I had the hugest crush on you.”
“I know. It was so cute and pitiful. You’re a fucking nutjob. Scaring me with a toy gun, who do you think you are. I’m so going to get you fired for this.” She looked at me with complete comtempt.
“I’m going to tell Dr. Zeemer that I’ve done all your work.”
“Who do you think he’ll believe, the goof in the crazy outfit, or sweet innocent moi?” She gave me her big doe eyes and batted her lashes. Hell I believed her and I knew she was lying. Fine. That’s the way she wanted it, that’s the way I want it more. I raised the gun at her.
“Fine, shoot me with your toy gun, wierdo. Is this some strange sexual metaphor, because let me tell you, I’m never going to have sex with you. Never.”
I pulled the trigger and there was a loud hum as the batteries charged and released a wave of radiation and charged particles at her. The beam was invisible and she just laughed.
“You are so weird. Well I hope that was worth it, you pitiful little fuck. Because now you’re so..., what the fuck? Ow, my stomach.” She clutched her hand to her belly. “What have you done to me? This really fucking hurts...” and then she went to her knees and threw up the contents of her lunch onto the floor.
“No one takes advantage of General Relativity and gets away with it Trish.”
“So you’ve got a gun that makes people throw up. I’m going to shove that gun up your ass... Ow. My whole body hurts. Make it stop. Please, I’m sorry. Help me. I think I’m going to pass out. I can’t breath.”
I felt some sympathy for her. Her body was flooding with hormones and minor radiation poisoning. “Take off your bra.”
“Fuck you.”
There went any sympathy I had for her. She clutched her chest with her hands, trying to ease the pain as they swelled. It didn’t help. This time the sweater lost the battle. With an audible snap the bra unhooked and the sweater ripped as her breasts rent the fabric. They spilled out of her hands, her brown nipples only slightly lighter than the dark circles of her aureolae. Her hips swelled too, and she was moaning. Apparently the feel of her own hands on her increasingly sensitive breasts was turning her on. Her skirt too ripped as vinyl couldn’t contain her widening hips.
I couldn’t stop staring. I hadn’t believed such an amazing phenotypical response was possible. Her breasts and nipples were stunning.
“What have you done to me? What’s wrong with me? And why am I so turned on?”
“You’ve been mazofied. It’s from the greek for breast.”
“I don’t care what you call it. I need clothes. I can’t stand in the hall naked.”
“Come into my office.”
“Like hell. I’m going to security, the police. I’ll tell them what you’ve done and they’ll arrest the fuck out of you.”
“Go ahead, Trish, tell them how I shot you with a toy gun and suddenly you’re naked. Even you can’t sell that crock.”
“But it’s true” she whined.
“Tough titties. Now why don’t you come into my office.”
Meekly she followed. This was awesome. Suddenly she was doing what I told her. I had the power. And she was totally fucking naked. This was great.
Once in my office I locked the door behind us.
“So is this permanent? Because maybe huge breasts aren’t so bad.” They weren’t bad. They were amazing, she had gone from a C to a double D, possibly an E. Her hips were easily three to four inches fuller, her ass was thicker as well. There was milky skin bulging against her lab coat, swolen aureola obvious beneath the thin white fabric.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know. Didn’t you test this? What kind of scientist are you?”
“I did test it. It’s just all the test subjects died before I could really discover the permanence.”
“This is fatal. You’ve fucking killed me.” She lunged foward and grabbed my shirt front. “I’ll kill you if you can’t fix this you little fucking pervert.” I’d have been madder but her breasts were pressed against my chest and I could feel her nipples rubbing against my body. It was really hard to think. For her too, her breasts had become amazingly sensitive. She started to moan from the contact, and she pressed her body harder against mine. I was erect, and there was nothing between her body and my cock except my jeans. Her hands were unbuttoning my jeans with practiced ease and my penis was jutting forth, eager for battle.
Her one hand was still knotted in my shirt in anger as she slid me inside of her. Her pussy was amazingly soft and wet. I moaned as I pushed into her, she bit me hard on the side of the neck. She was extremely aggressive, she pushed me down onto my desk and climbed on top of me. She bit my neck harder, raked her nails down my chest, I think she drew blood. Then she leaned back for more leverage as she rode up and down on my cock. I was in absolute heaven. Especially as I watched the sway of her enormous breasts, those gorgeous brown nipples.
“You really like breasts” she said as she noticed the intensity of my gaze.
I didn’t even look up, I just murmured my agreement.
“It’s like you can’t look away isn’t it?”
Again I murmured. It felt so good, her gently rocking astride me, her breasts swaying penulously in front of me.
“You enjoy feeling so peaceful and relaxed, just staring away at my breasts. Your eyes are getting so tired, following my nipples. So very tired. You’re starting to feel sleepy, very sleepy. So exhausted. You feel so good, calm and relaxed. And so sleepy. Your eyes are so heavy. Just listen to my voice and relax. Follow my breasts. Follow. Sleepy. Eyes so heavy. You can’t keep them open any more. Let them fall for me. Close your eyes and fall into a deep hynotic trance for me.” My eyes shut when she told me to close them.
I felt so totally relaxed and peaceful. This felt even better than when we were just having sex. And that had been amazing. But this was better. I could still feel her sliding up and down on my cock, but now I got to hear her gentle soothing voice. And I could answer her questions. It felt so good to tell her things. And to listen. And to obey. I loved obeying her. Whenever I obeyed her, the feel of her pussy on my cock got even better. My whole body tingled, my mind buzzed with pleasure whenever I did what she told me. I loved to serve her. I only wanted to serve her. It was so clear to me now. “Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes. Her beautiful breasts were dangling before me. I followed their sway with my eyes.
“Whenever you see my breasts sway in front of you, you’ll follow them helplessly, won’t you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“And you love being helpless for me, don’t you my pet?” Her voice was so sultry and sexy, it wrapped around me like a satin sheet.
“Yes mistress.”
“So my pet, why did all the other test subjects die so soon?”
“Because the other female apes and monkeys killed them.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe jealousy, maybe she just didn’t smell right anymore.”
“Smell right?”
“Phereomones. The process floods the body with hormones and that might change how you smell to those subconscious receptors. Apes and monkeys are much more receptive to pheremones than humans.”
“So human women won’t hate me when they meet me.”
“Don’t most of the girls in the science department already hate you mistress?” It was true, her habits of having others do her work had not endeared her to the female staff and students of the University.
“Good point. Maybe we’ll have to change them too. We’re going to have a lot of fun together my pet. General Relativity huh, well I think I’m going to need a name. And Mazofier just won’t do. I will be Mistress Moon, because the moon is a harsh mistress. And we will call this the Enhanced Feminization Unleasher, or the EF U for short. Isn’t that better my pet?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You know that’s going to get really old. You can speak normally to me, be creative and intelligent. Just remember you serve me, you’re incredibly loyal to me and you need my touch more than life itself. Got that?” “Of course I’ve got that. I’m one of the finest minds at this school, I can handle a three concept proposition.”
“Kiss my ass.”
Helplessly I knealt down beside her beautiful legs and leaned into her beautiful creamy white skin of her ass. I kissed each cheek for her, tenderly and savored the feel of her skin against my lips.
“We’re going to have such fun you and I. You know I’d read about hypnosis, but never thought it would work. But when I watched your eyes following my nipples like something out of an old movie, I felt sure I could make you mine. ”
“I’ve always had a thing for breasts. That’s how I got into this project in the first place. Trying to find a breast enhancement technique without surgery.”
“Well you’ve found one. Soon we’ll share it with the world. Now come here, I want to fuck again.”
“Yes mistress.”