A Blemish On The Curve Ch 08

"Ok...Lucas," intoned Brooke as she smiled, with her eyes darting around the room a little. She clearly felt a bit strange at Lucas's sudden insistence on familiarity. But it wasn't really anything that was too big of a deal, and after all, she had basically just received a huge promotion...on her third day at work. As Lucas stood there staring at her, she took a deep breath to pass the time, and perhaps usher in a new aspect to the interaction. More than anything, she was indicating to him that he ought to go ahead and carry on with whatever the plan was.

As Brooke heaved her bright sigh, however, all Lucas could focus on were those twin freshly-grown breasts, which were now free to breathe a little easier now that they were held back not by three, but only two buttons. He could see even more of them now -- the smooth, creamy terrain of her breast flesh, which jutted out farther from her chest and hung visibly lower than before, had been vastly increased, now that her dress was restraining less of her. And the more he stared, the more his desperation and fever increased to see her grow more in front of him. He knew he was staring awkwardly...inappropriately, at her; he knew that it was becoming more and more obvious every passing moment. A large part of him didn't care, but he nonetheless managed to smile, nod at her, and go back around to his desk to sit down. Before he sank into his chair, however, a dirty idea suddenly popped into his head.

"I hope you understand, Brooke, that your new position isn't just for my benefit," he said distinctly, delighting himself with how contained his voice sounded as he drifted down into his chair.

"I'm...not sure if I follow, Mr. Mineur...Lucas, sorry," said Brooke, shifting her weight to one leg as she put her hand on her hip. 'Jesus Christ,' thought Lucas, 'She doesn't even realize what she looks like.'

"So in addition to having you shoulder a certain amount of my responsibilities," said Lucas, leaning back and putting his fingers together, "In this new position, you'll be working...well, close to me. We can get you a little desk to go in here and everything."

"I...ok...yes," said Brooke, still obviously not quite understanding where Lucas was going with this. Chuckling genially, he continued on.

"You see, Brooke," he said, leaning forward in his chair, "I want you to understand how important it is, being a willing participant in this groundbreaking new human trial, that you be closely monitored during this whole process. It's key that we know exactly how the nanobots are behaving, the effects they're having on you, and so on. And of course, it's not just all about the nanobots -- it's about you too, Brooke. I want to be able to keep an eye on you, and make sure it's all going...according to plan. Does that make sense?"

"Um, yes. Yes it does," said Brooke, nodding. "Thanks for your concern, Lucas. That...yes, that makes sense to me."

"Like, if I may?" asked Lucas, abruptly rising up from his chair and coming over to her. He had to do it again. Just seeing how tall and stately Brooke looked, with her hip cocked like that, and her juicy breasts looking so fat and engorged, like they were just ripe for more...

"It's important that we monitor your bone structure from time to time," said Lucas, standing quite close to her and reaching up his hand to touch her shoulder. He felt the warm, firm shape of her upper arm in his hand, and jostled his fingers up a bit to her shoulder. She was just standing there, letting him do all this -- he was still totally in control. But internally, his heart had started hammering away again, and he had to make a distinct effort to breathe normally. Her face just looked so much...sharper..sexier. Her jawline was more defined, and she had begun to develop prominent cheekbones which were now quite obviously making her appear more regal and confident. And her lips! Lucas could hardly believe how plush and full they looked.

'Definitely kissable,' he thought to himself, getting lost in a daydream. He felt himself drifting towards her face, but he was able to pull himself back, even as he continued to keep his hand on her.

"E-especially in the connecting joints like the shoulder, you understand?" he said, coming back to reality, his hand now appearing to test her joint. As he did so, however, he allowed his thumb to explore a bit outward, and it brushed dangerously close to the bare flesh of her top left breast.

"Uh...yeah, I get it," said Brooke, looking at where Lucas was touching.

'She's still so innocent,' Lucas thought, his other hand in his pocket, 'She has no idea.'

He pressed the remote again, and immediately he felt her shoulder pressing into his hand. It was happening again...she was growing. Lucas's eyes flitted over to her breasts, which were now expanding and swelling up directly under his face. Her cleavage deepened and lengthened simultaneously, and Lucas could see that the other two buttons on her dress were straining and quivering desperately above the expanding chasm between her breasts. He might have stopped himself before, but it was too late now. He held his thumb down on the remote, feeling Brooke's body continue pushing back against his hand more and more. His arm had been almost fully extended before, but a crook was fast developing in his elbow as Brooke's body pushed his hand backward.

The two remaining buttons on her dress suddenly popped off, flying somewhere into the office, and as they went, Brooke's breasts seemed to flood the area of Lucas's vision when he looked slightly down. His eyes were wide, unblinking, almost crazed, as he hungrily drank in the sight of her liberated breasts, which were now literally bouncing up and down from the sheer momentum of their release from the tight dress. Her nipples were still covered, but only just, and even though they remained under the dress, their large, round, pressing orbs forcefully mashed up against the inside of the dress left little to the imagination. Lucas's thumb was still touching the top part of Brooke's breast, and as her growing body continued to push his hand back, he realized that his thumb was being pressed back at a faster pace than the rest of his hand.

"Ugh...I think...it's happening again," said Brooke uncomfortably, twisting her body a little, as if trying to escape both Lucas's touch and the growth itself. "I don't know if it's...the bots, or...or what...but..."

"Easy now, Brooke...eeeeassssyyy," he said soothingly, keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder and even giving it a slight shake to emphasize the point that she should relax and trust him. He looked straight forward into her eyes, and for a moment, their eyes met, and Lucas could see that she was definitely distressed, and even a little frightened. He felt powerful, staring at her, but he knew that he had to keep selling his point. And so he took his hand off her shoulder (still pressing the remote) and crouched down in front of her, examining her exposed knees.

"Hmmm, yes...yes, ok," he said, taking the opportunity to admire how sleek, sexy, and full her legs had become. And they were still growing! Perhaps not as obviously as her breasts, but still, it was obvious.

"Your knees look fine," he announced calmly. "How are your feet feeling?"

"A little tight, maybe, but nothing too intense," came Brooke's answer. She certainly seemed to have calmed down; her voice sounded quite smooth. "Sophia thought I should get heels that had a little room in them, you know? In case I had more spurts...just like this one, I guess, huh?"

"Yeah..." muttered Lucas, his eyes momentarily lost in the sight of Brooke's exposed lower thighs swelling in front of his face. "Yeah, that was...that was smart of her."

He suddenly realized that he should probably stop pressing the remote, and took his thumb off. There he was, kneeling at Brooke's feet, staring straight forward into her legs. He glanced upward, and was suddenly treated to a magnificent view of her protruding breasts, which had become so big (double-D cups) that he couldn't even see her face from where he was kneeling. Lucas had to swallow a few times to assuage his dry mouth; he had been unconsciously gaping.

"Still feeling ok?" he asked up at her, even though her face was beyond him.

"Oh yes!" she intoned from somewhere beyond her breasts, "I feel...pretty good, actually. My mind is...how to say it...hehe, I don't know, I'm just thinking a lot clearer this morning! And I'm actually...starting to recall some old memories...i-it's nothing, though, hehe, nevermind."

Lucas was slightly puzzled by the tone in her voice. Just a few seconds before, she had been uncomfortable, frightened...almost trying to squirm away from him. But her tone had totally changed -- she was much calmer, cooler...and her voice...what was going on with that? Was it somehow...deeper? More feminine? Lucas couldn't tell. But whatever it was, it was penetrating Lucas's body to the core, and seemed to be sending an electric current straight down to his groin.

"Well...that's good! Good to hear!" he responded, getting his weight under him and rising back up to his feet. "See, this is one of the reasons that I thought it was a good idea...to have you...around..."

His words trailed off as he straightened up completely to his full height, because he had just realized that Brooke's head was tilted slightly down towards his face. Lucas felt his eyebrows spasm a little of their own accord. Brooke's eyes were above his. She was actually looking down at him. It wasn't by much, but it was enough to be noticeable. In her heels, she was taller than him now. But even more striking than that was the twinkle in Brooke's eye as she looked down at him...playfully? What was that look!? Was it authority? Confidence? Maybe even a little...naughtiness? Lucas was off the map at this point -- he had never seen Brooke look at him like that, and at this point, he didn't think she even had the capacity to pull those kinds of expressions.

"Oh, is that right, Mr. Mineur?" she asked flirtatiously, her eyebrows going up a bit as she spoke coolly. "Is that why you want to have me around?"

"I...I...uhhh...y-yes," he stammered, looking up helplessly into her eyes.

Brooke narrowed her eyes slightly down at him, and for a moment, Lucas was afraid that she would bore into him and continue the interrogation. But then she blinked and seemed to brush aside the option, instead choosing to flash him a smile that was so gorgeous and sunny that it left him feeling drained.

"Haha, well ok then," she laughed, putting her hands on her hips and jostling herself playfully from side to side, her huge breasts swinging left and right crazily, massive, weighty entities unto themselves as they hung licentiously off her chest. If she had come to work looking like that, Lucas would have felt professionally obliged to tell her to change.

'Holy fuck,' Lucas thought to himself, 'She's a 9 out of 10 now...she's one of the sexiest, hottest people I've ever seen. And she's right here. I've got her! She's mine.'

"So...as your new secretary," asked Brooke, once more putting her hands on her hips, "What would you like me to do now? I'm gonna need a desk, won't I? Want me to go ahead and order one?"

Lucas had been distracted by how much Brooke's widened frame was filling the doorway, but her practical professionalism jolted him back into reality.

"Um, yes...yes, that would be very nice," he said. Brooke nodded and strode over to her chair. Lucas watched her go, with her tits bounding and bouncing like a disturbed body of water.

'My god,' Lucas breathed to himself, 'She's GOT to be a double-D now...at least.'

Brooke was bending down to retrieve her laptop, and Lucas was now met with the sight of her luscious ass, which was straining and pushing so intently into the dress that Lucas could even see the prominent, bulging curve where her buttocks met her thighs. She wasn't looking at him...and he felt himself crack again as his cock surged in his pants. He thrust his hand back down into his pocket, fumbled feverishly for a moment, and pressed the remote again. Instantly, Brooke's ass began swelling up, and Lucas saw with nearly-drooling lust that Brooke's red dress was now riding up on her upper thighs...and now...yes!! Just a hint of the curve of her lower ass cheeks came into view. Because Brooke was bending down and growing at the same time, her slightly-exposed ass was all the more noticeable.

"Gosh, maybe I'm just hallucinating," said Brooke, straightening up and turning around (Lucas quickly lowered his face and made his way mechanically over to his desk), "But does it feel a little chilly in here to you?"

"Chilly?" asked Lucas, loosening his collar as he let a furnace of hot air escape from his neck.

"Heheh, I don't know," chuckled Brooke, turning around and plopping down in her chair as she opened her laptop. "Maybe it's just my hormones being all out of whack with these growth spurts, you know? Ugh, geez, I can even tell that I've gotten bigger just by sitting down. Are you seeing this, Lucas? I can barely even fit in this chair anymore."

"That's...quite something," he forced out of his mouth.

"Ok, so what do you think? Mahogany? Oak? Redwood? Haha, probably not redwood, they're endangered."

"What?" asked Lucas, not having the faintest clue what Brooke was talking about. He had been gaping at how her ass was literally squishing itself under the armrests, and out the sides of the chair.

"My desk, Lucas!" laughed Brooke. "You know, the one I'm buying right now?"

"Oh...uhhh...just...get whatever you want," muttered Lucas, waving his hand, not even bothering to pretend that he cared. "Um...you can use...use my card to...buy it."

"Aww, that's very nice of you," she returned graciously. "I'll be sure to pay it forward!"

Lucas kept sitting there at his desk, watching as Brooke tapped and typed around on her laptop, buying the desk. He was feeling completely out of control -- he wanted to grow her again, but even he knew, at this point, that doing so (at least right now) would be sure to arouse Brooke's suspicions even further. Lucas was having an arduous time making sense of the last ten minutes of interaction. It had gone by in a whirlwind. And now, sitting before him, in the bizarre calm after the storm, was an absolute bombshell of a young girl who was more or less completely under his control. What was he waiting for!? She was like the perfect meal, all prepared and served up to him on a silver platter! All he had to do was dig in.

"Brooke?'' he asked, his voice sounding like someone else's as he spoke it.

"Hmm?" she responded, not looking up from her computer screen.

"How would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Lucas wasn't even looking at her -- he was looking into the corner of his office. But he could feel that her eyes were on him now. He turned back toward her and met her inquiring gaze.

"Tonight," he added, for emphasis, as he looked straight at her.

"Dinner?" she asked, tilting her head slightly sideways. "You mean, like, just a...fun little night out as --?"

"I mean...dinner," said Lucas, his intention clear.

"So...a date?" Brooke's eyebrows furrowed a little. She was clearly surprised. Lucas didn't answer verbally -- he just kept his eyes fixed on her hungrily.

"Um...uh, yeah. Yeah, sure," said Brooke, blinking a couple times. Her neck straightened up as her face brightened a bit; whether she was putting on a good face or not, Lucas didn't really know. And he didn't care.

"Yeah!" she repeated. "That'd be fun!"

"Well...excellent, then!" he remarked, flexing his hands together as his knuckles cracked. He felt like, in asking Brooke out, he had somehow reasserted control over himself. "We'll have that to look forward to after a nice day's work, then. You still feeling ok after that...most recent spurt you just had?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty energized, actually," said Brooke, stretching her arms up over her head as she balanced the laptop on her full thighs. "I just need one thing from you, though."

"Oh?" asked Lucas, sensing something a bit mischievous in her voice. "And what's that?"

Brooke was grinning at him now. "Your credit card number."

Later on that evening, Lucas was ushering Brooke to sit down at their reserved table for two at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. He had managed to hold himself to only tapping the remote once all throughout the rest of the work day, but when Brooke had gone home and changed into a more elegant dress and heels, he could already feel his resistance beginning to crumble. She looked absolutely ravishing. A full 9 out of 10 in Lucas's eyes, in her stylish 4-inch heels, she now rose an entire two inches above him, topping off at 6'3. Lucas had been briefly overcome with a tide of self-consciousness when they had been walking from the parking lot to the restaurant; he had turned his head to look at her, and saw that he was staring into her teeth, which were exposed in a slow, confident smile. It was not lost on Lucas that he had to actually raise his own eyes to hers. He felt a nasty sense of smallness inundate him, but he quickly managed to shrug it off, laughing to himself. So what if she was a little taller than he was in heels? It would mean that people would turn and gawk at her all the more, and there he would be, escorting her like the bombshell trophy she was.

And bombshell she was: her ass and hips seemed like they were about to burst out of her tight dress, which was a deep and alluring shade of violet. Her breasts were now solid double-D's (maybe even triple-D's, Lucas thought), stuffed into the chest area of a dress that had been made for large busts. And the way she moved...well, Lucas was already beside himself with awe because of her body, but the way that she was holding her head high, her confident stride (almost a strut), and the easy, effortless sway of her whole figure told Lucas that Brooke wasn't just growing and expanding physically. Hitherto untapped reservoirs in her mind were welling up from within her subconscious, and she was beginning to drink from them.

'And it's all because I'm doing it,' thought Lucas as he felt for the remote in his pocket, taking his place at the table. 'She's my creation...my work.'

"Gee, what a nice place, huh?" laughed Brooke, leaning back in her chair as she surveyed all the other lavishly-adorned guests around them. "You sure it's ok that I'm here with you?"

"Of course it's ok," said Lucas, taking out the remote under the table. "I asked you to come with me, didn't I?"

Brooke gave a little huff of laughter and smiled appreciatively.

'What did she mean by that?' Lucas wondered, his eyes ever-drifting down toward her enormous bust. 'Is she laughing because she's a little nervous, or is it because she knows why I asked her out and she's making fun of me?'

Whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to wait any longer. As soon as he had sat down, he realized that this was the moment he had been saving himself for all day long. He could totally let loose now -- and so, staring across at Brooke over the white tablecloth, he pressed the remote. The waiter had just arrived at the table, and was in the process of pouring water into Brooke's water glass, when her expanding breasts, which had already been dangerously close to the glass in the first place, actually grew into the glass.

"Oh, ma'm! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, pouring some water onto the table. He, of course, had not been expecting the glass to move, or be moved, for that matter. Brooke had felt the spurt, however, and reached forward to catch the glass before it fell all the way over.

"That's ok! It's my fault!" she laughed good-naturedly, as she gave Lucas a wide-eyed look, as if to say 'Wow, there it goes again, haha!' Even as she looked at him like this, with those wide, winsome eyes, Lucas kept his finger pressed into the remote, leaning forward across the table to get an even closer look at her swelling bust. He could even tell that she was sitting in her seat a little higher now. After a few more seconds, he finally took his finger off, and exhaled. He hadn't realized that he had been holding his breath.