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Subject: The Formula 4/6 (breat growth m/f)
Date: 2 Dec 1995 19:46:45 GMT
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Chapter IV
	I spoke to Jen that Friday.  She assured me that Kelly would be OK, but 
that she needed time to adjust to this revelation.  I reminded Jen of her 
debt and pinned her down to it despite her attempts to weasel out of it.  
She agreed to meet me at my room that evening and to come braless.
	At the designated time Jen arrived.  She was wearing a pair of skin-
tight jeans and a white cotton dress shirt.  The shirt was noticeably 
shapeless, causing m to raise one eyebrow in query as I handed her a 
glass of dark green liquid.  
	"Never satisfied, are you?" she said half-jokingly.  "My tits are a good 
cup size larger than they used to be, but you're just not content with a 
B cup.  You've got to have a pair of D's in your face before you're happy.
"  To emphasize her point, she jumped up and down briefly.  Her tits 
bounced merrily underneath the fabric in response; she was clearly not 
wearing a bra.  "Good thing I borrowed this from Amanda.  I'd hate to rip 
it."  I smiled and said nothing. That explained the looseness in the 
chest: the shirt was designed to contain  2 cup sizes more than she had.  
Jen sighed and drank up.  "This tastes different from last time," she 
remarked.
	I nodded.  "I changed the formula a little," I told her.   
	"How come?" she asked.
	"You'll see." I replied.
	She frowned, but said no more on the subject.  We chatted about the 
weather and school while we waited for the formula to kick in.  After a 
few minutes, she broke off her sentence and said, "Woah!  I can feel it.  
Here we go."  
	Beneath the fabric Jen's tits began to swell.  Her rounded cones began 
to fill in the empty space of the dress.  Her nipples pressed insistently 
into the fabric.  Jill gave her torso a shake, setting her grapefruit-
sized breasts jiggling.  The vibration was definitely more sizable than 
her previous gyrations.  
	"There, that's about right," Jen said after a minute.  Her breasts were 
now the size of grapefruits.  Her shirt fit well now; it was no longer 
baggy, but didn't seem overly clingy, either.  Cleavage had formed in the 
gap where her shirt was slightly unbuttoned.  Jen appeared quite 
beguiling.  
	"Not quite," I replied.  Jen looked at me quizzically. but then realized 
what I meant.  Her breasts had not leveled off as she expected.  Instead, 
they continued to swell, drawing the fabric taut over her chest.  
	"Oh," she said with a bemused grin, "I see.  You want DD's this time."  
She rolled her eyes skyward.  "I swear.  It's never enough, is it?"  
Meanwhile, her breasts had continued to expand.  Now comparable to 
cantaloupes, her tits filled up the shirt and then some.  The hint of 
cleavage became a deep cleft.  The shirt was definitely too tight now.  
Her breasts had now pulled it out of her pants, exposing her flat belly.  
  
	Jen's first look of concern came when the top button popped off her 
shirt.  "Umm," she pleaded, "Saul, is this about done?"  My smirk widened 
into a grin, and Jen's tits also expanded.  A second and third button 
quickly followed, leaving a large expanse of Jen's cleavage exposed.  
With an almost visible shudder, her breasts gave one last surge forward 
and popped off another button.
	"Now," I said triumphantly, "it's done."
	Jen tugged on the shirt and managed to rip off the few remaining buttons 
in the process.  Her breasts were the size of volleyballs.  Fully 
inflated volleyballs, too, for their firm mass jiggled provocatively 
without sag.  Her areolae were the diameter of soup bowls and centered on 
massive nipples that were easily as large as quarters.  "Saul!" Jen 
hissed with more than a trace of menace.  "What the fuck did you do!?  
You were supposed to make me a little bigger!  Now I'm fucking huge!  I 
look like a damn freak!"  She glared at me angrily.
	"Hey," I returned, "don't get all huffy.  You want my help, you pay the 
price.  I just told you that I liked you with big breasts.   I didn't put 
a limit on how big I wanted to get them."
	"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting this," she grumbled.  "I want you to 
make me smaller."
	"No can do.  You owe me, and this is the price.  You don't want to pay 
it, fine.  But try explaining it to your friends.  They may buy whatever 
line you fed them about being a B cup now, but there is no way in hell 
they'll understand how your tits got this big overnight."
	Jen was unhappy with this, but it was clear that she was forced to 
accept the situation.  She tried to fold her arms across her chest 
indignantly, but failed miserably.  Her massive breasts were too big and 
after a few quick attempts gave up.  I sidled up to her and put a 
consoling hand on her arm.
	"Besides, Jen, you do look fantastic."  I raised my other hand up to a 
nipple and gave it a slight squeeze.  She jumped slightly, but clearly 
enjoyed the touch.  I bent my head to the other nipple and sucked on it 
gently.  The protrusion hardened and expanded, reaching probably an inch 
and half into my mouth.  I could feel Jen's reserve melting away as I  
suckled one tit while massaging the other.  I switched after a minute and 
continued the process.  After Jen's moans became louder than whispers, I 
journeyed south.
	Jen's tits dominated the top half of her torso, so I quickly passed her 
navel and reached the waistline of her jeans.  With a few deft 
manipulations, I opened up her jeans and pulled them off her.  A few 
seconds later her panties dropped to the floor as well.  Jen's pussy 
glistened slightly.  I rubbed it gently with my right hand.  Jen's moans 
increased in intensity, especially when I flicked her clit.  Just before 
she slipped into an orgasm, I drew back my hand.  
	She moaned unhappily, but I quieted her and led her over to the bed.  As 
she lay down, I disrobed.  This came as a welcome relief to my cock; the 
sight of Jen with her even larger tits had sent my libido raging.   It 
was already 10 inches long and still growing when I unsheathed it from my 
pants.  I rubbed it a few times, enjoying the delicious sensation as I 
waited for it to quit expanding.
	Jen glanced up at me nervously, her eyes barely visible above her 
massive mammaries.  "Saul," she began.  "that looks awful big.  I'm not 
sure I can handle it."  My dick was now about 13 inches long and had a 
diameter more than 2 inches.  
	"Oh, come one," I chide her.  "Kelly got this one in easy."  Jen's eyes 
narrowed, but she said no more.  I got on the bed and knelt in between 
her legs.  I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  
Gingerly, I pushed inward.  The going was incredibly tight.  Despite 
being well-lubricated, her cunt struggled to accommodate my manhood.
	Jen inhaled sharply as I began to penetrate her.  "Good Lord, Saul!" she 
shrieked.  "That's too damn big!  Get it out!"  
	"You didn't mind when I was doing this to Kelly," I replied coldly.  I 
shoved a little more forcefully.
	Her eyes widened as my cock distended her cunt.  "So what!" she yelped 
back.  "This hurts, Saul!  Stop it!"
	I ignored her and leaned forward yet again.  My chest rested comfortably 
on her volleyball-sized tits and I gazed directly into her eyes.  They 
were glazed over and tears were now streaming down her face.  Jen was 
biting down fiercely on her lower lip as she tried to contain another 
shriek.  "Do you think I enjoy hurting other people?" I asked.  "Do you 
think I want to make other people unhappy?  Well, I don't, but because of 
you, I've done just that.  Sure, you like to see your enemies get it, but 
you don't seem to enjoy it now."  I collided with a cervix and drew a cry 
of pain from her.  "Well, now you know what it's like to be on the other 
side."
	I began pounding into her.  She wailed incoherently attempted to 
struggle, but I pinned her arms down with mine.  My insistent pounding 
eventually stuffed almost my full length into her.  She screamed yet 
perversely shuddered into an orgasm as I slammed through her cervix.  I 
climaxed soon after, and shot and shot deep inside of her.
	I pulled out and looked at her.  Jen was sobbing quietly, curled up in a 
fetal position.  It was made slightly awkward by the bulk of her breasts, 
but she didn't appear to care.  I spoke to her gently.  "You see, Jen, 
maybe you were right.  Maybe those girls did need a lesson.  But so did 
you.  You need to know that it's not right to hurt other people for your 
own gain.  Believe it or not, this hurt me, too.  So from now on, I'm not 
going to be your enforcer anymore.  You want to hurt others, then get 
somebody else to do your dirty work."  I went to the fridge and poured 
out a measure of the orange formula.  I set the glass on the night stand 
of the bed.  Wordlessly, I grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.  
After my shower, I returned to find an empty glass, and no Jen.