Why Hello There, Jones. Ive Been Waiting A Long Time For This Purred A Husky Womans Voice In The Dark.

“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.

I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists. 

I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”

A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.

“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.

A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.

Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.

She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”

When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.

Haha! Yes! I knew the serum was working! 

I am a chemistry genius! The gains are juuust as I predicted. Look, look, baby, see? The fat is moving away from my stomach, and is being used to feed the muscles there. 

Hmm... I may have set the dosage balance a little off though; a little too much is going to my ass, and my poor boobies will get jealous.

Why don’t you give them a little kiss; just some attention to make them feel better?

Huh? That’s strange. My last dosage was last week... so why are the numbers moving. What the-? They’re getting faster. Uh oh. 

Well baby, I guess you’d better get ready for a harder ride than usual, because this is making me fucking horny. Vamos.

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“You know, you could have warned me.”

“No, I know it’s what I wanted, but I spent two hundred dollars on that dress!”

“I know I couldn’t wait till after prom night, but still...”

“Am I mad? Well, you are busy at home talking and not sucking on these new titties, so you’ve got a lot of making up to do mister. Besides, how else will I get to grow bigger without that delicious cock of yours?”

“Oh, what? You’re already getting into your car. Good boy, now hurry over here and give me that cum.”