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“Morning hun.”

It was the morning after Susan and Carl had split and a distraught Susan had knocked on my door in the middle of the night. I had made a bed up for her on the sofa, and she was just about stretching awake as I came into the room, dressed and ready to leave for work in 15 minutes time.

“How are you feeling today?”

She smiled but there was still sadness in her eyes. “I’m ok, everything is still sinking in…”

“It must be,” I replied. I had brought her a cup of coffee and a small container of milk as I didn’t know how she liked it yet. She took a sip of the coffee without even regarding the milk. Black coffee, no sugar, slightly surprising, but I’d have to remember that.

“Thank you,” she said with another smile. I smiled back, feeling a pleasant warmth from her thanks. I took a seat and sipped on my own coffee next to her.

“What am I going to do, Sian?” she suddenly said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well the house, bills, everything! Carl covered almost all of it, it gave me the freedom to do volunteer jobs and the like, but now that he’s gone, I can’t afford any of it! I’m not even sure I could afford it with a fulltime job, he was high up in his company, what am I going to do?!”

I could see she was almost on the verge of tears again. Guilt was burrowing through me, but I felt I had the perfect solution.

“Live with me.”

“What?”

“Live here, with me.”

Susan looked shocked.

“I don’t know what to say, it’s a very kind offer but I couldn’t possibly…”

“Susan, this house is already paid in full. Any bills I have barely touch the wages I am paid and I am not seeing my best friend out on the street if I can do something about it.”

“You’re being so generous Sian, but I don’t want to inconvenience you like that.”

“Just think of it as a stop gap, Susan, just until you can get back on your feet. It’ll be like being in college and having roommates again!” Admittedly I had never really paid much attention to or gotten on with my college roommates, but the point was what mattered.

“Are you certain it’s ok?”

“You’ve met me, Susan, I like to be certain about everything.”

A pause.

“Just till I get back on my feet?”

“Exactly,” I replied. “Listen, I’ve got to head off to work now, but here’s a key,” I said handing her my spare front door key. “Go and grab whatever things you think you’ll need while I’m away, there’s an empty cupboard and most of the wardrobe spare. Then I want you go to the shops, buy a nice bottle of wine, whatever your preference, and we’ll drink it tonight to celebrate becoming housemates, ok?”

“Ok,” she said with a smile closer the Susan I knew.

“Oh, one more thing,” I said, digging in my pockets. I produced a small black key fob, no bigger than my little finger. “This is a wireless fob, it’s connected to my debit card and should allow you to pay for anything you need wirelessly.”

“Oh Sian, that’s too much surely?”

“Wine was my idea, Susan, and remember what I said earlier about the bills and such? Not to brag, hun, but I have money to burn, and I will more than happily spend it on making you feel better, ok? And besides, Susan, I know where you live,” I said with a cheeky smile.

She reciprocated with a short laugh to herself. Seeing her happy like this was worth all the money in the world to me right now. Woah, hang on? Was I falling for Susan? I pushed the thought out of my head, afraid of what my body would do in response, but luckily nothing happened. I was about to leave when Susan posed one more question to me.

“Sian, I know now isn’t the right time, but later you’ll have to show me where you buy your bras from, because I was sure you weren’t as well-endowed as you look now!”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. Way to get me out of explaining that one Susan.

* * * * *

Susan was never far from my thoughts as I drove to the lab. I couldn’t quite explain what I was feeling, and as someone so used to being 100% clear on how I felt, I also couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, maybe I had lacked the confidence to engage and to let myself develop feelings before, instead dedicating myself to my work, and because I was actively engaging more with other people, these emotions had blossomed alongside my confidence in my figure and how I interacted with others. Observably I had been far more driven by pure emotion since the incident, be that anger, lust or even it would seem love. I had always thought of myself not as being incapable of love, but just not being interested in it, nor had I been interested in most interpersonal relationships except on a purely transactional level. But on the other hand, because of what I was feeling my body was potentially responding with autonomous reactions that had replaced the standard array of human physiological changes, making it harder and harder for me to conceal my abilities. Hopefully that would soon change however, as I had plans to redress this balance once sıhhiye escort I got to the lab.

* * * * *

Whilst I had been unable to sleep, and still pondering what had happened with Carl, I had researched experiments into controlling physiological changes brought about by emotional stimuli. I couldn’t risk losing control like that again in front of someone. This had led me to the discovery of a few potential formulae I could synthesise in the lab, with the intention to create a disconnect between my emotions and my physiological response thus allowing me to remain in control and in theory eradicate any spontaneous growth. Until The Serum resynthesis was complete, which was being worked on constantly by my team, I was basically free to pursue whatever discourse I pleased, and I intended to use that time to understand what exactly had happened to me and to find ways to deal with it.

It took most of the morning, but I was able to fine tune the formula down to a single, small tablet. Against all protocol, or indeed common sense, I immediately swallowed the pill. Everything in it was perfectly safe on its own, but you can never underestimate the potential for side effects, so it was a stupid thing to do; my newfound confidence had brought with it recklessness it seemed. For now, I decided it would be best to wait and observe if there were any side effects, but if everything was fine after an hour, I would enact the next part of the test.

An hour later and with no ill effects to speak of, I prepared myself for the next stage. Dan would be my unknowing accomplice as I tested the effects of the tablet. When we had last spoke, him commenting on my appearance had been enough to make me lose control over myself, as my arousal levels spiked at the idea of someone finding me attractive. This time I would lead him towards similar comments and we would see whether I needed to make a sudden dash to the bathrooms again or whether my solution had worked.

To make sure the conversation went the way I wanted it to, I expanded my breasts just enough that they remained in my bra, but bulged over the top slightly, the outline of the bulge visible beneath my white blouse and causing a slight stretch in the material. It was risky, because if I was wrong then I wasn’t sure I could make it to the bathroom in time before my rapidly engorging breasts broke free of their material bonds, and there was a chance I could blind someone with one of the buttons popping off, but it was a risk I chose to take anyway.

“Hi Dan,” I said as I made my way towards him.

“Hi Dr. Boley, how are you feeling?”

“Much better thank you, and please, call me Sian,” I said, placing a hand briefly on his arm. I had read somewhere that this was a technique salespersons used to create a sense of familiarity between themselves and their potential clients.

“Ok, if you say so, Sian,” he replied, obviously a little uncomfortable.

“I just wanted to thank you for your kind comments the other day, I’m so embarrassed that I had to run off like that.”

“Oh, erm, that’s ok Dr. Boley…”

“Sian,” I corrected him.

“Sian, yes.”

Now to move in for the kill. “So, what do you think of what I’m wearing today?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well since you’d noticed before, and seemed to be the only who noticed I might add, I thought I’d get your full opinion now I’m out of the woods so to speak.”

Dan clearly had no idea how to react. It was a little frustrating, I had hoped to have the test done by now.

“You know Dan, some experts say that women are at their most fertile right after their time of the month, did you know that?” That was absolute rubbish and it pained me to say it, but things needed to move along here.

“Are they?” he finally responded.

“Yeah, and it causes all kinds of physiological changes too, like breast swelling for instance.”

He was white as a sheet, but I had to get something out of him, something to prompt a change.

“See, mine are practically overflowing from my bra at the moment.”

“They look amazing,” he finally replied, unable to swim in his pool of stupor anymore.

“Do you think so?” I coyly replied. “I just feel like they’re gonna pop out any minute,” I said, squeezing my breasts together with my arms and stretching the material out further. Still no physiological response. It was working! One final test was needed.

“Would you like it if that happened?”

“Yes,” came Dan’s response. He was completely engrossed in my breasts and staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and lust. Still nothing, I had done it!

“Thank you, Dan,” I said to him, smiling as I turned and began to walk away.

“Wait what?” came his befuddled response.

“I’ve got what I needed, thank you,” I called over my shoulder as I walked away, leaving a confused, aroused and somewhat dazed lab technician behind me.

* * * * *

The experiment had been a success, which was just as well considering the evening that was planned. Part of sincan escort me had been concerned about the effects of alcohol on my ability to focus on controlling my body, but with the new tablet I had manufactured, I was confident that would no longer be an issue. Susan had gotten multiple bottles of wine for us to choose from and we were sat talking on the sofa, already one bottle deep into the evening.

“So was there enough space for you things?” I asked, curtailing the conversation away from how it was our right as women to enjoy a bottle of wine.

“Oh yes, plenty of space. But I couldn’t help but notice how many of your clothes look like they wouldn’t fit you, are you on a diet? Are those target clothes or something?”

“No, no,” I said. “Just stuff I used to fit into but I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of yet.”

“What, when you were 12?” giggled Susan. She had returned far more to the Susan I knew after a few glasses of wine, it was nice to see her relaxed and willing to cut a joke.

“It was a slightly more recent change actually,” I said offhandedly. I would have to be careful here, I felt compelled to stick as close to the truth as possible, but I still didn’t really want Susan to know everything yet.

“Hmmm, okay Miss Scientist, I have a theory for you.”

“Oh do you now? Just so you know, I’m a harsh taskmaster, it had better be well reasoned and thought out.” I was enjoying this interaction between us but equally had no idea where it was going.

“I don’t think you’ve told me everything about that incident of yours.”

Ok Susan, well deduced, but where was she getting this from?

“Is that so?” I replied.

“Now hear me out, because this not meant in any offence, only cold hard logic.”

“I like cold hard logic,” I replied with a grin.

“I think that the whole thing was a cover up so you could go and have a little work done.”

I almost snorted with laughter at the idea. “You can’t be serious? Me? Getting plastic surgery?”

“Hey, hear me out! You’ve got the money for it, you were far less curvy before, I noticed don’t you worry, and now you are rocking a nice handful in both the boobs and butt department after mysteriously vanishing for a week. Ergo, busted!”

This idea had me in fits. I loved how Susan’s mind had pieced all of the different elements together into a story that made perfect sense, way more sense than what actually happened to be fair to her.

“Sorry to burst your bubble hun, but these are 100% real.”

“Oh, come on, someone doesn’t just get a figure like that overnight!”

“A figure like yours you mean?”

“Well, I, erm,” Susan stuttered. She clearly wasn’t used to anyone complimenting her figure, had it really been that long? It had never used to bother me because I didn’t care what I looked like, but for someone like Susan who was so naturally well-endowed to not have been complimented or lifted up at all for so long that she had forgotten what it felt like? That was just awful. “You’re going to make me blush now,” she continued.

“Well what can I do to convince you, Miss Marple?”

“Well I don’t know, the evidence seems compelling enough to me?”

“Give them a feel and then tell me they’re fake.” I was acting entirely on impulse now. The idea of Susan touching my boobs was thrilling, and because I’d taken my pill there was no chance of my boobs suddenly erupting into her hand, just the soft touch of her fingers against me. But then again I had only really done one test. What if I was wrong? What if it was a false positive? What if…

“Ok, then,” she suddenly replied.

Oh shit! She was actually going to do it! In a drunken haze I had dared her to do something, she was going to do it, and it would turn me on so much that my tits would practically knock her off the sofa as they rapidly expanded! How could I have been so stupid! She was moving her hand towards me now, god I wanted this so much, but it’d all be over if she found out what I could do. I could feel the familiar sensation in my chest, the pills weren’t working! It was like my tits wanted to meet her hand halfway!

Suddenly there was the sound of a glass hitting the floor, as the remainder of the red wine within spilled out over the carpet. Susan had accidentally knocked the glass over on her way to fondle my tits (no, to check if they were real) and I had never felt so relieved and so disappointed in equal measure.

“Oh god, Sian, I’m so sorry!” Susan said, clearly really flustered.

“Well, I am absolutely appalled that you would waste good wine like that!”

We stared at each other for a moment. A smile broke on each of our faces and we both broke down in fits of laughter.

* * * * *

We had laughed and drank long into the night. I simultaneously spent the evening trying to keep control of my body and spontaneously flirting with Susan, a hard balancing act that almost sent me tipping over the edge on multiple occasions. It had been longer than I could remember that I had sınırsız escort enjoyed myself so much, had enjoyed being with someone so much. Susan had been in no fit state to remain on the sofa, so I had insisted she sleep in my bed with me. She had giggled and declined in case, “people might think we were lovers.” ‘If only,’ I had thought. I had convinced her it would be easier for me to keep an eye on her that way and she had finally agreed, with more drunken giggles.

The night had grown warmer, too warm in fact, forcing us to strip down completely naked, although Susan had insisted I look away whilst she removed her bra and underwear and slipped under the cover, and averted her eyes whilst I did the same. Another stark reminder that she had been made to feel ashamed of her naked body. On a selfish note it was probably just as well, with the failure the pills had been, there was no way I could have kept control at the sight of Susan’s bare body; indeed as she laid asleep facing away from me, I had to fight the temptation to lift the sheets and take in the curve of her bare back leading down to her round hips and ass.

This brought my mind to exactly what HAD happened this evening though. Why did the pills work when I was flirting with Dan at the lab, but hadn’t worked at all with Susan? My comments with her had been far less suggestive, but I almost lost control entirely at the idea of her touching me. The physiological response should have been exactly the same in each situation, arousal prompting growth as my body reacted to the external stimuli. What was different?

Science had failed me in this respect. I was so confused. Susan let out a small sigh, prompting me to look over to her and observe the soft rise and fall of the covers and she slowly breathed in and out. She looked like she belonged there, and my heart filled with joy at the idea. That was it! That was the difference! I had lost control around Susan, because subconsciously I wanted to. The first time Dan had spoken to me, I had wanted to be seen, and my body reacted in a way that would make me more noticeable. The second time, I had no interest in actually being seen by Dan, I just wanted to prove my theory correct, so I had stayed as I was. I had grown into a more formidable form when I confronted Carl because I wanted to put him in his place.

It should have been clear from the beginning. I had already established that my body reacted to my conscious desires, why shouldn’t it react to my unconscious desires too? I had guessed I might be falling for Susan, but clearly my feelings were far deeper and far more powerful than I had dared to believe. I was in love with Susan. It felt liberating to finally realise it, if a little scary that it had developed so quickly. But had it though? I had always been so absorbed in my work for so long, never giving any thought to how I felt or actively trying to maintain relationships, yet I had still been close friends with Susan. Had I been subconsciously maintaining my relationship with her because I had feelings for her? A million questions were flying through my mind, but one constant was now at the forefront: I loved Susan, and I would do anything to make her happy.

As if reacting to my internal declaration of love, Susan stirred next to me. Still clearly asleep, or at least not consciously aware of her motions, she turned to face me and placed an arm across my chest, brushing my bare breasts as she did so. The sensation was too much for me to handle, and the supressed emotion broke free of the invisible walls I had built around it. Immediately my tits started to swell, as I gasped at the sensation of Susan’s hand on them. I had moved from a C to a D in next to no time, the flesh starting pool around her fingers. This was dangerous, she could wake any minute! I was too lost in the ecstasy of her touch on my still slowly expanding boobs to even consider that.

As I grew and grew, and Susan’s arm got lost further and further in my swollen tits, I noticed the covers starting to lift away, pushed down the bed by my engorging mass. As the covers inched further and further down, more of Susan’s incredible figure was slowly being revealed. Her boobs were resting against her left arm and spilling out onto the bed. They looked taut and full, like a single touch would cause them to burst, probably spraying milk everywhere. Thoughts of sucking the milk out of Susan’s tits, something else I didn’t know turned me on, prompted a wave of heat and electricity through my body that was shooting straight to my pussy and causing the swelling of my boobs to double in speed as I lost myself in pleasure. I could already feel that I was incredibly wet, my body and my subconscious wanted this so, so much! My tits were now so huge that Susan’s arm was being forced away by their sheer size, like a pair of beach balls stretched tight and ready to pop.

As her arm finally fell, I quickly left the bed and headed to the bathroom before I became more boob than woman, or more importantly, before I woke up Susan. I had been so focused on my boobs that I hadn’t noticed until standing that my ass and hips had also been going to town, and they wobbled along with my still expanding tits as I made my way to the bathroom to try and calm down. I locked the door behind me just in case.

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