Dr. Karen Norris finally shook some of the post-orgasmic haze from her eyes. As her self-bastardized mantra replayed in her head, she thought back on what led her to this glorious moment. The chemical synthesis, the breakthroughs her lab made in muscle and bone development, the rabbit runt that was made into a powerhouse the size of an average corgi in a single dose. All of that was but a stepping stone in fulfilling her ultimate fantasy. 'If it ain't broke...' She muttered to herself. She had quit the previous week, having made enough through all of the grants that her brief but stellar career in bio-chemical research in order to live comfortably for years. All she took from her desk was a flash drive with custom mammary growth, and sensitivity enhancement sequences tailored to her DNA, a delivery invoice for a redundant batch of the necessary components, and a copied key to the lab's storage units. If the calculations she had made were correct, and they always were, then the first dose would let her body support a weight increase of over 100 pounds with no loss of function or overall health, and that number would grow exponentially as she did. The next few days were an all out shopping frenzy, Karen cleaned out her local lingerie shops. The clerks were confused at first, as this was the woman that insisted that she was two cup sizes two small, but a 50% tip gave them peace of mind while the girl snatched up every size and band around. She even enlisted the local tailor to craft a few custom orders for women with gigantomastasia. When the old woman inquired about getting surgeons for those 'unlucky girls' instead, all Karen needed to say was 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it'. An alphabet of bras later, the first half of that quote was one of the few things floating in the mass of orgasmic pleasure that was Karen's head. The years of longing after accidentally popping that first dryer shrunken B-cup right down the middle and disappointment that followed when the growth spurt didn't pan out had all washed away. That broken front clasp revealed a fetish that wouldn't let up, and now it had all come to a head tonight. Every warped clasp, every torn band, every busted cup; Karen had been teasing herself since dawn and took in every sensation at a glacial pace that bordered on a beautiful agony. The milk was unforeseen but welcome boon, as it only would serve to make her more massive. Yet the best part was, as she constantly reminded herself, every sip she took so far had been 9/10ths water. As she longingly looked at the now 100% pure concentrated formula in her hand. tiny quakes of pleasure continued to rock her body when a question came to bear. There were gallons of formula to go and she had plenty of bras left before reaching The Behemoth that was behind her, but what would happen afterwords? Another milky pulse from her nipples quashed that thought; and as she brought the glass to her lips and felt the pure drop hit her tongue, she moaned to herself and whispered. 'If it ain't broke...' Orgasming once again, she ROARED 'Then BUST IT!'
Tags: breast expansion, lactation, pleasure, clothes ripping, science
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Story by Aigion |
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