Growth
Subject Nr. 1. Blonde, 1,65cm, 64,3 kilos.
"63, thank you!"
Blood type A. Mammary size B.
You ask if the subject is ready. She nods, closing her eyes in frantic expectation. You enter the code and watch as the chamber does its work. It's been five years but your research is finally in beta state. Allowing human beings to become more like what they wish without the need for plastic surgery was a breakthrough. Doing it by reanimating and accelerating the body's natural organisms was genius. But the hardest part was finding a volunteer. It's understandable; who wants to be a part of an untested, beta state growth program? Well, apparently, after many months of searching, this girl. Subject Nr. 1.
The enhancement vest on her, she was standing in the chamber, anxious and nervous yet strangely trusting. As the reanimation gas envelops her, you hear slight grunts of pain and discomfort. You ask if she's alright through the intercom. She assures you she's fine. Better than fine, actually. She is starting to feel incredibly… Incredibly… You ask her incredibly what, reminding her that recording as much accurate information for further improvements is imperative. She says she feels incredibly horny, aroused, filled with lust, and a sort of ballooning feeling in her chest. You inform her that aside from her arousal, everything is normal. After multiple minutes the gas evaporates and the chamber is dark. You wonder why. You rush to the chamber entrance and open the doors. The lights are out but you can make out a figure in the darkness. That figure is walking towards you, with its hands in front of its face, as if shielding its eyes from the light outside of the chamber. Once it gets closer to you, you are indeed certain it is Suject Nr. 1. But you also see the fruits of your success. Subject Nr. 1, once a rather shapeless young woman, is now sporting a pair of breasts many times larger than before the experiment. She seems completely fine, no exhaustion or wobbliness. You take out your electric notebook and jot down notes. You write that the experiment has gone swimmingly, the subject is alive, healthy and well and you estimate their new cup size to be G.
You put away the notepad and see the girl standing in front of you, the enhancement vest having adjusted to her new form. She stares at you, and you are reminded of the unexpected surge of lust the experiment sparked in the subject. She reaches for the small button on the neckpiece of the vest. She presses it, releasing the vest off her, leaving her completely nude. She walks over to you, her breasts bouncing magically at every step. They are completely, 100% all-natural. She leans on you, puts one hand on your chest and the other wanders down to your pants. She asks what she's going to do with this much lust and this new figure. She just doesn't know… She shoots the most seductive glance imaginable your way and you say you could think of one way she could release that lust. She smirks, every part of her almost literally dripping lust.