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Subject: The Formula 5/6 (breast growth m/f)
Date: 2 Dec 1995 19:47:50 GMT
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Chapter V
	I expected that I had seen the last of Jen for a while.  I can't say 
that I was terribly upset at the prospect.  She was an eager lover, but 
she had been ruthless and manipulating as well.  She had caused me to 
hurt others.  I didn't feel too bad about Amanda; she had been as bad as 
Jen, in her fashion.  However, I did feel a little bit guilty about Kelly.
  
	The next day I went over to see Kelly again.  I apologized to her for 
causing her pain and then proceeded to tell her about Jen.  She was 
initially upset that I had collaborated with Jen to hurt her, but 
eventually forgave me.  We got to talking afterwards and it was hours 
before our conversation ended.  We began dating and, after a few weeks, 
sleeping together.  I never mentioned the formula to her since I felt she 
wouldn't benefit by knowing.  I kept my dick at a constant length and we 
were both quite happy once we got used to it.
	(Actually, I had to stop using the formula that induced growth whenever 
I got horny.  While it was nice to be able to walk around without an 
excessive mass of flesh in my pants, it left me open to other 
inconveniences.  The problem resulted from my inability to control my 
thoughts; once I started thinking about sex, it was hard to stop.  This 
almost caused an embarrassing situation in class one day.  
	Rebecca Garnet and I were working in the lab together when she needed to 
get a beaker.  The cupboard for beakers was at floor level, so she knelt 
down.  As she did so, I was able to get a good look down the front of her 
loose blouse, whereupon I discovered that Rebecca's B-cups weren't 
covered by a bra.  This got my mind churning and an erection became 
imminent.  I tried to ignore it, but a back portion of my mind still 
recalled that brief glimpse.  As my dick continued to expand, I realized 
that not only would my erection be blatantly obvious to Rebecca but it 
would also become decidedly uncomfortable to store a 14+ inch rod in my 
pants.  I decided to leave before I was forced to determine the strength 
of the tailoring and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom.  After jacking 
of in one of the stalls, I decided to maintain it at a constant mass.  
Loose pants disguised it well enough when it was flaccid and I didn't 
risk splitting the seams if I was unable to relieve the pressure of an 
erection.)
	The night of our one month anniversary (Kelly kept track of sappy stuff 
like that) we went out for dinner and a movie.  We returned to my room 
afterwards and began to make out.  A few minutes later, a knock came at 
the door. I ignored it and concentrated on unzipping the back of Kelly's 
dress.  The knock came again, louder this time.  Kelly broke off our kiss 
and looked pointedly at me.
	"They'll leave," I said.  "Just ignore it."  I didn't want the mood to 
be broken; like any woman, Kelly was occasionally prone to losing her 
desire, and I was ready to go.  As I returned my focus to undressing her, 
a series of sharp raps sounded on the door.  Whoever it was seemed quite 
determined.  
	When the knocking gave way to solid pounding, Kelly gave me a meaningful 
stare.  "Saul," she said with a tinge of irritation.  There was no need 
for more, so I sighed and went to the door.  
	 As I opened it, I began to demand an explanation for the rude intrusion.
  The person on the other side wasn't listening.  Instead, they just 
pushed their way past me into the room.  It was Jen. 
	Her hair was brushed straight back and not elaborately styled as usual.  
Still her face was painted up and her T-shirt and jeans, while plain, fit 
well.  Her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying.  Mixed in with her 
perfume, I could detect the slightest scent of alcohol.  Clearly she was 
upset, judging by the cast of her face.
	"Saul!" she cried, and then threw herself around me.  I stood numb, not 
knowing what to do.  I looked at Kelly, who appeared equally perplexed.  
"I can't take it anymore!  I've got to have you back!"  This was followed 
by muted sobbing.  
	"Umm, Jen," I began.  "Look, umm, we just weren't-"
	Jen cut me off.  "No!  I'll be better!  I am so sorry for the way I 
treated you!"  She looked up at me as she pleaded.  "I was wrong!  I was 
so wrong to do that to you!  I want to make it up to you!  Please, Saul!  
I need you!  I need you to be with me."
	I was taken aback at this speech, but before I could even think of 
something to say, Kelly spoke up.  "Give it a rest, Jen.  I know what you 
did.  You were cruel and heartless with the way you treated people.  The 
only person you care about is you."  Her voice was cold with a tinge of 
menace.  
	Jen looked over at Kelly, noticing her presence for the first time.  "Oh,
 so this is who you've taken up with," she stated, looking directly at my 
girlfriend.  "Is 'The Cavern' treating you right, Saul?" she cooed.  I 
could see Kelly's eyes flare at the nickname; obviously it was a label 
she was not fond of.  "Does she fuck you like I did - hard and fast and 
all the time?"  As she said this, Jen rubbed her hand over my cock, 
squeezing it softly through the pants.
	"Stop it!" shrieked Kelly.  Her green eyes blazed with anger.  "Cut it 
out!  He's my boyfriend now, so lay off!"  Then, as an afterthought, she 
added with a smirk, "'Board'."
	This time it was Jen's eyes who flashed with rage.  She appeared equally 
displeased with the unkind reference to her flat chest.  She stopped 
caressing my dick and turned to face her rival.  For a second I feared 
that they would start attacking one another; they looked like a pair of 
tigresses about to fight.  Lucky me got to be the prize at stake.  While 
some distant part of my mind endorsed the idea of two women fighting over 
me, the practical side realized that if war broke out it would likely 
mean serious injury for one or both and maybe even me.  
	As all this ran through my mind, Jen's gaze wavered and her grimace of 
anger was replaced with a sly smile.  "You're right.  I guess I do have a 
pretty flat chest."  Her voice was cool and collected; it hardly seemed 
possible from the near-hysterical mess that had pushed into my room 
minutes earlier.  "Even your little bumps tower over mine."  Kelly's 
expression tightened at the barb, but Jen continued uncaring.  "And that 
makes me wonder, because I know Saul like his women busty!"
	Jen shot a quick knowing glance at me and then dashed over to the fridge.
  Before I realized what she was doing, she'd opened the door and had 
pulled out a vial.  "What's this?  A formula of some sort?  Whatever 
could it be for?" she asked coyly.  
	"Saul, what is that?" Kelly asked, bewildered.  
	"I knew it!" Jen cackled before I could reply.  "She doesn't know!  You 
knew she wouldn't have done it for you, didn't you Saul?  That's why you 
didn't tell her.  You knew that I was the only one who cared enough to do 
it for you."  I opened my mouth, but couldn't seem to say anything.  Jen 
was mostly right; I had decided that Kelly probably wouldn't have gone 
for the formula, so I'd never told her.  Jen continued with her tirade.  
"Well, Little Miss Cunt, let me show you what really turns on your man!"  
With that, she tipped back the bottle and took a swallow.  
	"What's going on?!" Kelly hissed, totally confused.
	Jill smacked her lips and set the vial down.  "You see, honey, your guy 
likes women with big, firm tits.  He likes to bury his face in them as he 
fucks their brains out.  He likes to rub his cock on them.  He likes to 
suck them and pinch them while he cums.  He likes to watch them bounce as 
he pounds his big dick into you.  However, it seems I was the only one 
who could give him what he wanted."
	"You?!" Kelly spat out.  "You barely have a chest!  You couldn't-"  
Kelly broke off as she saw the growth process for the first time.  
	As before, it started with the nipples.  They erected quite obviously 
into the tight T-shirt.  When they appeared to be just under an inch, her 
tits began to swell like water balloons attached to a faucet.  Tennis 
ball mounds formed beneath the cloth, and soon they grew beyond Kelly's 
small pair.  Soon they were the size of oranges, making sizable 
indentations in the fabric and drawing it taut across her tits.  When her 
breasts were about D-cup size, the process stopped.  Jen gave her chest a 
shake, which set the firm grapefruits bouncing.
	"My God!" breathed Kelly.  She was not the only one impressed; my cock 
was trying to salute from within my pants.
	"You see, this is what a real woman looks like.  And only a real woman 
can satisfy Saul."  Jen practically howled with triumph.  "Look, he's 
hard as rock at seeing me!"
	Kelly followed Jen's pointing finger to the large bulge down my left leg.
  Her eyes hardened momentarily in a glare and I felt slightly ashamed 
for being turned on.  Still, there was little I could do to stop it, and 
I told Kelly as much.  "I like women with big breasts, Kelly."  I 
shrugged, then hastily added, "not that there's anything wrong with you, 
of course!  It's just that..."
	Kelly cut me off with a wave of her hand.  I could see she was upset, 
but apparently most of her emotion was directed at Jen, not me.  "I don't 
know what it is you've done," she hissed, "but you're not going to get 
away with this."  Kelly's next action stunned me and Jen both; she strode 
past Jen and grabbed another container of the liquid from the open fridge.
  Grimacing slightly, she took a swallow of the formula.
	She and Jen stared at each other in silence.  The gauntlet had been 
thrown and the challenge accepted.  I decided that intervention at this 
point was not only too late but likely foolhardy as well.  I would just 
have to watch itself play out.
	Kelly gave a quiet moan when the formula hit.  The green fabric of her 
dress was thicker than that of Jen's T-shirt, so the initial growth of 
the nipples was masked.  However, it became apparent that her chest was 
increasing.  The top billowed outward slowly with determination.  The 
dress was tight to begin with, so Kelly's new cleavage was compressed to 
the sides and upwards.  It didn't take long before the fabric began to 
get severely distorted by the expanding mass beneath.  The tightness was 
undoubtedly uncomfortable, but she ignored it and waited for the process 
to end.  When at last it did, her dress appeared grotesquely small.  It 
was impossible for me to determine how much her breasts had grown, but 
they were clearly too large for her clothing.  Tit flesh was flattened in 
all directions under the fabric, making it look like her tits were as 
round as dinner plates.
	Nothing was said.  Jen glared at Kelly and Kelly at Jen.  I had 
apparently ceased to exist.  I gaped mutely at the unbelievable situation 
unfolding before me.  What followed reminded me of the dueling banjo 
scene in Deliverance; Jen led, but Kelly matched her note for note.  Jen 
took another swallow from her vial.  Her tits shuddered into expansion 
and quickly grew beyond the size of grapefruits.  Kelly followed and soon 
her breasts were expanding as well.  The glares would continue and then 
Jen upped the ante again with another dose.  Kelly called her bet and the 
cycle continued.  
	Jen's shirt soon looked like it was meant for a toddler.  Kelly's dress 
looked equally ridiculous upon her.  The fabric of the T-shirt was 
proving the weaker, for large rips formed along the sides of Jen's tits, 
showing small patches of lightly tanned flesh.  Kelly's dress, though 
made of sterner stuff, appeared to be weakening under the strain as well. 
 Kelly decided not to ruin her outfit and her hands darted behind her to 
undo the zipper.  (I will admit to the possibility that Kelly did it to 
take the initiative away and force Jen to be the one reacting; Kelly is 
pretty sly about such matters.)  She had some difficulty at first, due no 
doubt to the increased diameter of her torso.  After a few sharp tugs 
(and some deliciously tantalizing jiggles of her bosom), Kelly managed to 
get the zipper to her waist.  Her dress slid off her shoulders and 
exposed some very deep cleavage before halting part of the way down the 
slopes.  Kelly smiled seductively/menacingly  and slowly pulled the dress 
down.  (She used to do a very stimulating strip tease before; this was 
even better.)  Her bra could no longer support her tits and now fought a 
losing battle to contain them.  Kelly undid this last constraint as well. 
 Her breasts were the size of volleyballs and were still growing.  
Nipples thicker than my thumbs jutted accusingly at her opponent.
	Jen refused to be one-upped by this.  She threw back her shoulders and 
jutted out her chest.  The T-shirt surrendered unconditionally under the 
increased stress.  The rips became massive tears which rendered the shirt 
into a loose collection of rags.  Jen pulled off the tattered remnants 
and stood before us, naked to the waist.  
	At long last, their mutual growth ended.  I surveyed the results.  Jen 
had started sooner, but apparently Kelly's slight lead in initial size 
had helped her keep up, for both pairs of breasts were had the 
approximate mass of basketballs.  Jen's had a slight tan while Kelly's 
were so pale as to be almost translucent.  Kelly's were practically 
spheres while Jen's had more of rounded cone shape.  Jen's areolae were 
larger, but Kelly had thicker nipples.  Regardless of these insignificant 
differences, both women possessed massive, firm, beautiful breasts.
	Meanwhile, I had a raging hard-on in my pants.  Even in my loose fitting 
khakis the obscene bulge along my left thigh was painfully obvious.  
During the girls' expansion, I had been so entranced by the sheer 
incredulity of the view that I hadn't noticed my condition.  Now the 
torrid sensations roiling through my groin pierced my brain.  It took 
every last shred of willpower I possessed to keep from blowing my load 
down my leg.  My cock demanded satisfaction and throbbed angrily within 
the confining fabric.  
	For a time the women just stared at each other, stuck in a Mexican stand-
off.  Jen rubbed the side of one massive breast and Kelly, not wanting to 
seem behind, followed suit.  As they each did so, a flash of surprise 
passed over both faces.  "OhmyGod!" Kelly breathed as she looked down, 
apparently seeing her tits for the first time.  (In a way, I suppose she 
was.)  Jen had been through this experience before but even she appeared 
slightly taken aback by the extent to which her breasts had grown.  Kelly 
stumbled to the closet, her steps unsteady as she struggled to adjust to 
the new top heaviness.  A shriek followed shortly thereafter.  I limped 
over (bending my left knee wasn't easy, especially since the slight 
friction from moving it threatened to make me come) to see what was the 
matter.
	Kelly stood in front of the full length mirror mounted on the back of 
the closet door.  Standing at a normal distance from it, her tits came 
within inches of brushing the glass.  Her reflection included just over 
half of her tits within the boundaries.  Kelly gazed in near horror at 
the person beyond who had her face but not her body.  The anger and 
jealously that had fueled her irrational brinkmanship with Jen drained 
away as the realization hit home.  "What have I done?" she whispered to 
her image.  "What have I done?"  Tears fell shortly thereafter.  
	Now I admit that I don't like crying women.  I don't know how to deal 
with them.  In the few times I have attempted to be consoling, I usually 
screw up.   I never know if I'm supposed to say something or just keep 
quiet.  I also don't know if I should touch them and if so, how I should 
touch them.  I don't want to seem distant and uncaring by being silent or 
by not touching them; at the same time, I don't want to be pushy or 
forward by saying or touching too much.  However, my ineptitude fails to 
prevent me from making the attempt.  So I would have gone to Kelly's aid. 
 Jen just beat me to it.
	I was surprised to see Jen slip past me (and not just she moved so 
smoothly for a woman with basketball tits) and sidle up next to Kelly.  I 
was almost shocked to hear Jen start to console Kelly.  Jen is just mean 
enough to have used Kelly's moment of weakness to land a few killer 
insults.  Instead, Jen comforted her opponent (or were they now friends?  
Women have an odd way of switching from enemies to allies with no warning.
)  While Kelly blubbered about how "grotesque" and "monstrous" her 
breasts were, Jen told her that she looked fine.  
	"After all," Jen said, "my tits are just as big as yours."  She cupped 
one giant mammary for emphasis.
	"Yeah," Kelly replied with a sniffle.  She took stock a moment, as if 
just now realizing that her breasts weren't all that different from Jen's.
  "I guess we are the same size."  She paused, and a smirk peeked out 
from the corners of her mouth.  "Almost."  Kelly lifted one of her 
breasts up to drive home the point.
	Jen laughed and Kelly followed suit.  They hugged (an impressive 
physical feat, considering the amount of tit flesh they had to overcome; 
watching their breasts flatten into each other almost cost me my rein on 
my dick) and soon appeared to be the best of friends.  (I was tempted to 
snort derisively; fifteen minutes ago they had been vicious enemies and 
now they were pals.  Women.)  The began discussing the experience, 
talking about the sensations of expansion, the effect on their clothes, 
how the other looked, etc.  While some of the stimuli they reported 
peaked my scientific curiosity, I was getting tired of being ignored.  I 
started to say something when their conversation took an abrupt turn.