For the last five years these scientists had been working on developing a brand new compound. Naturally after spending such a long period of time working on it they were anxious to see some results. Then one day, Andrea, the head of the project, promised them all that the long wait was nearly over. She had looked over everything carefully, double and triple checking that everything was correct, and was now as certain as was humanly possible that they could fire up the high tech processor they had created and finally synthesize the compound.
Thrilled the team took their places and prepared themselves to be famous. Having no real part to play in the experiment Melanie stood by the single entrance to the lab and made sure no one disturbed them during this critical phase. The rest of them stood near the processor eager to see if their hard work bore fruit. Then when everyone and everything was in place Andrea gave the signal and Sandra initiated the processing sequence from her terminal.
At first everything seemed to be going smoothly. The processor started up and all the readings they were getting from it seemed to be well within the parameters they expected. Then the lights began to flash and the processor went haywire and exploded. The laboratory was bathed in a super bright green light and for a moment they all thought they were dead. Then the light faded away and they discovered that they were seemingly unharmed.
The lab was a mess though. There were broken bits of the processor all over the place and all the computers were fried. Despite a few bruises and some minor cuts from flying glass, which Melanie applied first aid for; the team however was remarkably unhurt. They counted themselves very lucky. Things could have been a whole lot worse. As it was they failed to synthesize the compound, but that was okay, they could build another processor and try again. With the data they collect during the experiment, which was safely stored outside the lab, they could make an even better processor.
Andrea decided to give the team the rest of the day off. They could start rebuilding everything tomorrow. She then wrote a detailed report about what had happened for her boss there at Northridge Tech and then left work herself.
After going home and having a nice soothing bath Andrea then prepared herself for a romantic evening out with her husband Paul. She put on one of her sexiest slinkiest dresses. As it was a size two this was something she wouldn’t have been able to do three months ago. Since early April she had been working out daily and practically starving herself to lose weight. She wanted to look good when they took their trip to the Bahamas that coming summer, and looking in the mirror at her trim figure, she had to say that all her hard work had apparently paid off.
She met her husband at the restaurant. Used to seeing her in the comfortable clothes she usually wore under her lab coat and sneakers, he was blown away by how good she looked in the tight red dress and heels she wore that evening.
“You look good enough to eat” he told her as he pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss.
“Thank you” Andrea replied with a smile “and speaking of eating, I’m famished” which was true as her strict diet allowed her very little for lunch.
In fact by the time their appetizers began to arrive she was nearly ravenous despite having eaten three dinner rolls and drunken two glasses of wine. She nearly forgot herself and had to restrain from picking up her entire appetizer, a very fancy deconstructed quesadilla, and shoving it in her mouth all at once. She managed to take small bites, but she was still done long before Paul was finished with his spicy Thai eggrolls. Stranger still she was still incredibly hungry. The dinner rolls and appetizer seemingly having done nothing to diminish her great appetite.
“May I have some of that?” she asked Paul pointing to his plate.
“Of course, help yourself” Paul replied and then to his astonishment watched his svelte girlfriend take almost everything he had left on his plate and slide it onto her own. She certainly was hungry he thought to himself but wisely said nothing as he watched her eat everything before her including the dipping sauces.
Then the entrees arrived and it was a good thing too as Andrea was voraciously hungry. She didn’t even wait for the server to put down Paul’s plate before she dug into her seafood pasta. She just started shoveling it all in. She ate so fast in fact that she barely even tasted the food and would have been hard pressed to tell anyone afterward whether it was good or not.
Using utensils even proved to be too slow for her appetite. Finally tired of rolling the pasta up on her fork she just tossed the damned thing. Then to her husband’s horror his normally very well mannered wife just started eating her messy pasta with her bare hands.
“Are you alright, dear?” he found himself obligated to ask as her total disregard for table etiquette began to attract attention.
“I’m fine” Andrea replied even though she knew she wasn’t fine. Why was she so damn hungry she wondered?
Then as she finished the last of her pasta and licked the plate clean she couldn’t help but eye Paul’s dish enviously. “Can I have a bite?” she asked and then before he could reply she reached across the table and grabbed the steak right off his plate and starting eating it as she had the pasta, with her bare hands. Sauce and steak juice soon covered her face and dripped all over her dress, but she didn’t care. She just ate until it was gone and then looked around for more food despite the fact that her belly was quite full and indeed looked like she had swallowed a basketball.
Spotting a table of four elderly people who had just been served she hopped up and dashed over to them. “More food!” she cried “I must have more!” and then before they knew what was happening she reached over them and started eating right off their plates. Chicken ala king, beef wellington, creamed Spinach, barbecued ribs. Nothing was safe from her. If she could grab it before they could stop her, it ended up in her mouth.
“Please Andrea, control yourself!” Paul pleaded as he attempted to stop her, but when he got in her way while she was trying to grab a handful of mashed potatoes, he received a nasty uppercut that knocked him out cold.
Free to pig out, Andrea ran from table to table stealing food as the other diners watched in confusion. When she found the dessert trolley she all but pounced on it on it like a jaguar on an unsuspecting monkey. Then tarts, pies, cakes, cookies and chocolate all vanished into her mouth as she tried to satiate her uncontrollable hunger. Unfortunately no matter how much she ate she still felt empty and wanted more.
She would have continued in this manner all night had the management not finally returned with a couple policemen. Finding they couldn’t reason with her they ended up taking her by the arms and dragging her bodily from the restaurant, still eating with both hands, and with a belly that looked like it had been inflated like a balloon.
Once in the police cruiser though it began to dawn on Andrea what she had just done. Greatly embarrassed she tried to put her head down on her knees only to find her massively full and now rather larger belly kept her from doing so. She also now had much chunkier arms and legs and was sure she had a least one double chin. What was wrong with her? This was totally unnatural. She shouldn’t have been able to eat as much as she had and it certainly shouldn’t have already turned to fat. It had to have something to do with the experiment she realized. She needed to get back to the lab ASAP, but how?
Across town Andrea’s lab assistant, Brandy, was at home snug in her space ship pajamas enjoying a nice warm plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of whole milk. She found little to be as comforting as cookies and milk. It was what her mother always gave her as a child when she was feeling blue or had suffered some setback and even today it still seemed to help. Not that Brandy felt today was a total loss or anything, but any time you have an explosion at work it tends to rattle a person.
Having finished her first glass of deliciously cold milk, but still having a number of cookies on her plate, Brandy was then obliged to have another. Padding into the kitchen in her socks she went to the fridge and poured herself a second tall glass of milk. Standing at the counter she drank this second glass while she ate her cookies and looked out the window.
She had just finished this second glass of milk when she felt something. Her chest felt oddly warm. Curious she put down her glass and tentatively explored her chest with her hands. It was warm! Even stranger still was the fact that her normally average sized breasts seemed to have expanded. And it wasn’t just that they had grown however that so alarmed Brandy. It was also that they were engorged somehow. She definitely felt some pressure that wasn’t there before. It was very odd. And what were they engorged with she wondered?
“This is very weird” she said as she unbuttoned her pajama top so she could examine herself more easily.
Once off she found that her breasts had definitely expanded. She would need a tape measure to be certain of by how much exactly, but just guessing she thought she had gained almost two cup sizes, giving her rather large breasts indeed. That wasn’t all she found though. She also discovered that her once delicate little nipples seemed to have grown at least twice as large. They were now fiercely erect and stuck out rigidly.
“Those are certainly new” she remarked to herself. Then interested to see what it was like to touch them she smiled a dirty little smile and gave them both a little tweak. She nearly collapsed right then and there from the pleasure this brought. It was overwhelming. She had to try it again. “Oh my God!” she cried out despite herself. They were so sensitive! It made her so weak in the knees she could barely stand and there was a wet spot in her pants. Could she really have just orgasmed from tweaking her nipples?
Then while she thought about all this she began to feel the pressure she had felt in her breasts grow even more intense. Almost involuntarily her hands went to her breasts and began tweaking her nipples again. This she found to her amazement seemed to relieve the pressure which was good. What wasn’t so good however was how she now seemed to be producing milk! Freaked she watched as the milk all but streamed down her chest soaking her pajamas! How could this be she wondered? She couldn’t be lactating.
Removing her pajamas and grabbing a towel, Brandy tried to clean herself up, but halfway through she had to stop. The pressure was growing again inside her breasts and this time it was even more intense. She felt like she was going to burst she felt so full. It started to become difficult to concentrate. All she could think about was how her breasts felt like they were going to explode.
Staggering across the apartment she went for help. “Karen!” she cried banging on her roommates bedroom door. They weren’t very close as they didn’t have much in common. Karen was a veterinarian and had grown up on farm while Brandy was a city girl. Normally they hardly exchanged more than a few words at a time and both seemed fine with the arrangement. However at this particular moment, as her newly enlarged breasts felt like they were on the verge of bursting, Brandy prayed Karen was in.
Luckily she was. “What is it?” the tall farmers daughter screamed angrily as she threw open the door to see what the fuss was about. Upon seeing her normally somewhat uptight roommate standing there naked and covered from the chest down with milk her anger rapidly changed into amusement. “What the heck happened to you? Why are you all milky?” she laughed and then noticing Brandy’s enlarged assets she gasped“… and why are your breasts so much bigger?”
Hardly able to form a cogent thought brandy just grabbed her roommate by the hands and asked her to help her “Please, my boobs gonna freaking blow up!”
“Your boobs are gonna what?” Karen inquired incredulously as she fended off Brandy’s hands.
Brandy tried to explain but suddenly she was having trouble speaking clearly “They’re full of… moooo” she said quite involuntarily “they’re… moooo” she tried again with even worse results. Finally she just sputtered “Moooo mooo” and pointed to her breasts and all the milk on her and hoped Karen got the idea.
“My my my, you are correct, Brandy my dear” Karen chuckled getting the idea and looking more closely at Brandy’s breasts “Those udders of yours are just plum full of milk. If you were one of my daddy’s Holsteins I’d get out my stool and fill a bucket.”
Karen had said it jokingly but for some reason this sounded to Brandy like just the thing to do. “Please… moooo… milk me…..” she begged her roommate.
Seeing as Brandy looked like she was in great distress Karen shrugged and said “Okay…” then laid Brandy over the ottoman, put a bowl on the ground directly beneath her breasts, and started milking her like a cow. Each stroke of Karen’s expert hands released a great squirt of warm milk from Brandy’s engorged breasts. The large bowl quickly filled up and then began to overflow.
To Brandy this brought the greatest pleasure and relief. She found herself orgasming out of control and then just laid there blissfully as Karen milked her. So great were the feelings she was having that she didn’t even care how highly embarrassing this situation was. She didn’t care that she was naked, being milked by her roommates and had just cum in front of her like a dirty whore. Her only comment on the situation at the moment was a soft content “mooooo….”
Sandra the computer expert was out on the town while all this was happening. She was on a date with a guy she met online named Rex she met while playing her favorite mmorpg. He seemed a pretty cool guy to Sandra and he was thrilled when he found that she was in fact really a woman, and rather attractive as well. They decided to see the new superhero movie that just came out and both being huge comic book geeks were enjoying it immensely.
Then things began to get weird. First her feet began to become uncomfortable. It was almost like they were too small. Not wanting to bother Rex she just slipped off her shoes and continued to watch the movie.
Next her ears started to feel all tingly. She tried to ignore it, but it was such an odd feeling that she couldn’t. She just had to reach up and rub them. She knew it would have to look just ridiculous to Rex for her to out of the blue start rubbing her ears, so she stopped herself by sitting on her hands and eventually the tingling subsided.
That wasn’t the end of it though. Next she found her eyeglasses moving away from her face. She thought at first it was some strange distortion created by the movies 3D effect, but soon enough she realized it wasn’t, her glasses were physically moving away from her eyes. Before she knew it they came off her ears, hung precariously on her nose, and then fell off.
Cursing quietly Sandra bent over to try and retrieve them from the floor where they fell. Unfortunately somehow she bonked her nose on the seat. “How the hell?” she exclaimed in confusion and received a number of calls from the other movie goers to be quiet.
“Are you okay?” Rex quietly asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fine; I just dropped my glasses…” Sandra began to reply when she found while rubbing her nose and face that things were far from fine. She couldn’t really see in the dark of the theatre but it felt like her nose had grown immensely! It like it stuck out a foot!
Panicked she explored the rest of her head and was stunned to find that it wasn’t just her nose that had grown. Her once tiny delicate ears were also much larger than they should have been. They felt gigantic and she was surprised the people sitting behind her hadn’t said anything about them.
“I have to go!” she told Rex and hurried to get out of there “Emergency at work. You stay and watch the movie.
“But…” Rex began in an attempt to learn what was really going on, but stopped when Sandra suddenly fell over and tumbled out into the aisle.
“Ouch!” she cried. Somehow she had tripped on the seats. “Damn stupid big feet!” she cursed and was again shushed. Then looking down at her feet in the dim light of the exit saw that she couldn’t have been more right. Like her ears and her nose her once relatively small feet were now much much bigger. They were so long she felt like she was wearing small skis. No wonder she had tripped!
Overcome with horror as her body parts had somehow over the last twenty minutes taken on fun house mirror proportions the normally well in control Sandra didn’t know what to do. “Excuse me…” she sheepishly smiled as she climbed awkwardly to her feet and more awkwardly still then ran out of the theater as fast as she could with her giant feet while holding an arm over her ears and a hand over her nose. She had to get out of there!
Meanwhile Melanie, the statuesque Latina security guard that was there at the time of the explosion, was at her second job. Working security at the lab didn’t quite cover her expenses so to make ends meet she worked as a plain clothes store detective part at a fancy store in the Northridge Mall. It wasn’t a bad gig, but nothing ever happened there, after all they were in the suburbs and the security was top notch and everyone knew it. Anyone who stole from this store had to be seriously mental.
Then almost as if she had summoned it by magic she saw a scruffy young man stuff an expensive designer purse in his hoodie and turn to leave the store without paying for it. She could hardly believe it. A shoplifter! In her store!
Savoring the little game of cat and mouse that was the interception of a shoplifter Melanie approached slowly and casually from the young man’s blindside. Moving gracefully through the racks she grew ever closer without him even knowing she was there. Then she was all but on top of him as he made his way through the maze of counters that was the perfume department. All she needed to do was reach out, grab him by the collar, and he would be hers.
Then wham!
Melanie ran into the edge of one of the counters knocking several sampler bottles off. Alarmed the shoplifter turned and saw her and instantly realized she was there for him and started to run.
“Damn it!” Melanie cursed and raced after him hurtling the last few counters in an effort to make up for the time she had lost negotiating her way around the previous counter. She didn’t know how she had run into it like that. She normally slipped between those counters fifty times a shift without any problems.
The shoplifter proved to be a good runner. He kept her behind him all the way out of the store and down the main thoroughfare. Melanie wondered if he was on his high school track team or something. Still she was certain she would catch him. She was in perfect physical condition. She ran ten miles a day.
Then as she chased him up the escalator pushing people out of the way as she went she started to feel something peculiar. It was like her pants were getting tighter, especially around the butt, and the tighter they got the harder it was to run. Could her pants be shrinking she wondered?
By the time they reached the top of the escalator she realized however that it wasn’t her pants that were the problem. It felt more like her actual butt had gotten larger. She thought she could feel it actually bouncing up and down. This was of course absurd though. Her bottom could no more suddenly grow than her pants could abruptly shrink. Still she was feeling quite a bit of drag that she which she knew she didn’t normally have. Sparing just a moment to glance in a passing window to see her reflection she was shocked at what she saw. Her once tight firm toned butt looked like it had grown at least three times bigger!
“Fuck!” she screamed as she finally had to come to a stop. The fact that her butt was indeed vastly expanded coupled with the fact that she couldn’t run with the extra weight and tight pants finally allowing the pickpocket to make his getaway. Catching her breath in the food court she tried to wake up from this bad dream but just couldn’t.
Then it got worse. As she stood there looking at her grossly inflated bottom in a mirrored wall section she watched in horror as it continued to expand. It was already far larger than it should have been on any woman with her build and it was still growing! “This not fucking happening!” she cried smacking her huge bottom again and again to see if it was indeed real which the pain she felt when she did so seemed to prove.
Looking around she then saw that she had to get out of there. Her sexy black slacks were stretchy, but they were already just about pushed beyond their breaking point, and already people were pointing and staring at the woman with the giant butt apparently spanking herself. Seeing an emergency exit which she knew from experience led to the parking garage she made a run for it.
Unfortunately she Melanie misjudged just how much her poor bottom had expanded. It was not only nearly impossible for her to run now; it was difficult for her to walk. The best she could manage was a fast shuffle and even this didn’t come without a cost. She only made it about halfway before her pants finally gave up the ghost and explosively burst open along their seams. Before she knew it her pants were history and her huge naked ass which appeared even larger now that it was no longer restrained by her pants was hanging out for all to see.
Naturally the food court burst out into unrestrained laughter. Never had they see an ass that large before or one so totally disproportionate to its owner’s size. Humiliated Melanie the once all powerful store detective could do nothing but waddle toward the exit and pray that they could do something for her at the lab.
While this was going on the intern Wendy was on her way to class. Working all day at the lab, she was only able to attend night classes at the university. It was a tough schedule, but the vivacious and peppy young brunette never seemed bothered by it. Sometimes after class she would even go to a bar or a party and dance and drink until the wee hours of the night.
This particular evening however she was feeling a little more run down than usual. She figured it was probably just the adrenaline from the lab explosion finally wearing off, but still it felt strange to be so tired. Entering the lecture hall where her psychology 101 class was taking place she vowed to go straight home after class, take a shower, and go to bed. No partying tonight.
Halfway through class she apparently dozed off because she was awoken by the middle aged professor who didn’t take kindly to people sleeping in his class no matter how cute they were. “I’m sorry, I’m awake, please continue” she stammered in apology as she tried to sit up straighter and not fall asleep again.
The professor still seemed concerned though “Are you feeling alright?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine, maybe just a little overworked or something.” Wendy replied wondering what all the fuss was about.
“Well make sure you get plenty of sleep in the future” the professor suggested sagely and then more sympathetically added “We’re not youngsters anymore and can’t be burning the candle at both ends as we once did.”
“Not youngsters?” Wendy asked in confusion. What did he mean by that she wondered? Then she saw it. Her hair! She wore it so long and in such a loose carefree fashion, that it often fell into her field of view where she could see it, and now she could see that it had streaks of grey in it. She couldn’t be going grey though! She was only 22 years old for God’s sake!
She stood right up and started toward the restroom. She had to see what was going on with her hair. As she proceeded through the crowded lecture hall, climbing over other students, and squeezing past others she couldn’t help but notice other changes that had apparently happened while she was asleep.
She found first that she wasn’t nearly as spry as she had been, her knees and back ached from sleeping in the chair, a problem she had never had before. She nearly stumbled and fell several times and was offered a hand by some of her fellow students like she was some feeble old lady. She then noticed that she seemed to have lost a couple inches in height as she wasn’t as tall now as another girl with whom she had previously been the same height. And as if this all wasn’t bad enough her stomach, thighs and ass all seemed to now have a layer of padding that had not been there before. She looked soft and nearly chunky and if she wasn’t mistaken it looked like she had spider veins on her legs.
Stumbling into the aisle she took a tumble and spilt the contents of her purse all over the floor. “Don’t mind me…” she said to the other students and the professor who were all watching her with concern as she tried to quickly scoop everything back into her purse but only succeeded in scattering things further.
“Here let me help you, Madam” a cute guy said as he tried to give her a hand. He was just trying to be helpful, but all Wendy heard however was what he had called her.
“Madam?” she gaped at the guy incredulously “How old do you think I am?”
“I don’t know” the guy replied “50 or so I guess…”
“50!” Wendy exploded “It’s Wendy, I’m your age! I’m only 22!”
“Yeah sure you are” a nearby girl laughed “But you do kinda look like Wendy. Are you her Mom or something?”
“No I’m Wendy!” the intern yelled in exasperation noting absently that even her voice sounded different than before, deeper and less resonant. She just couldn’t believe they thought she was that old. The changes must be even worse than she thought. Panic stricken she just left her belongings where they laid and fled the room as quickly as she could manage.
Later that night security guards, Matt and Alec, working at the entrance to Northridge Tech found themselves having a surprisingly interesting night. First Dr. Miller showed up looking like she had just come from a food fight and odder still the formerly model skinny doctor now had a double chin, flabby arms, and a chubby figure. It seemed she had somehow gained at least seventy pounds since they saw her that afternoon. When Matt asked if everything was okay she just snapped “Does it look like everything is okay numbnutz?” grabbed his last doughnut, stuffed it in her mouth, and stormed past them.
Shortly after that her assistant Brandy arrived with another woman who had to be signed in as a guest. More interesting though was the fact that Brandy was clearly wearing nothing other than a raincoat and it looked like her guest was tweaking what looked like a huge set of breasts they didn’t recall her having underneath it.
Then before they even had a chance to recover from that strangeness Sandra showed up. With a nose that too long to be real, ears that came up past the crown of her head and feet that looked like flippers she looked like a cartoon come to life. Neither Matt nor Alec knew what to say to her and just silently signed her in.
Melanie arrived next and blew them away with what she brought with her, an ass so large it should have its own zip code. It stuck out like a huge bulbous shelf and seemed to defy gravity. A glare from Melanie told them not to ask about it and wisely they kept their lips sealed.
Then as icing on the cake an older woman came in claiming to be a college intern. She looked at least 50 with her stooped posture, age spots and sagging breasts, but they politely told her it was her lack of identification that prevented them from letting her in. So Melanie had to waddle back out giving them another look at her humongous ass to vouch for her before she was allowed to enter.
They then heard a lot of shouting and screaming coming from Dr. Miller’s lab. Apparently something had gone wrong with one of their experiments and now they were all screwed. They all blamed one another for the accident. Then there was a great struggle and the sounds of things being smashed. Sandra screamed that someone had stepped on her foot and the one who claimed to be Wendy cried that she had thrown out her back. The security guards discussed investigating the noises, but ultimately decided that if there was a problem, Melanie would handle it. Then the sounds of fighting died down and Andrea promised the others that she would find a way to fix what happened to them.
The guards weren't sure what the hell was going on, but they did agree on one thing, they would never again tell anyone that their job was boring.
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There will be more, yes...? :{ D
More of this story or more stories? As far as this story is concerned I believe it is completed.
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