A Blemish On The Curve Ch 15

Lucas was staring hard at the measurement, right at the top of Brooke's head, which was just above his eye line. He had furrowed his eyebrows and was looking closer, to make sure that he wasn't reading the number wrong -- there could be no real doubt, though. The stadiometer arm extended out over her head, and it was straight...pointing right to the 5'8.5 mark. For a moment, Lucas was lost in his confusion and preoccupation with making sure the numbers were right, but a second later, he became aware of Brooke's green eyes, just under his chin, directed upward at him, seeming bigger and more sultry out of the corner of his eye because they were averted up. He felt the blood begin draining down toward his cock area once again, and he took an instinctive back, primarily out of self-preservation, masking his defensive gesture with a slight tilt of his head as he brought his hand to his chin, pondering, but mostly intent on escaping proximity to Brooke, and deflecting anything she was about to say.

"So...I'm a quarter inch taller?" came her sultry intonation. "Than I was in the lab?"

"Welllll," said Lucas, feeling slightly panicked but determined to maintain his composure, "Let's not...uh, ehhaha, let's not get too ahead of ourselves."

"Too tall for our britches?" cracked Brooke, flashing a toothy grin.

"I...uh, what?" asked Lucas, blinking and shaking his head a bit.

"It's just a phrase I think I learned, uh, somewhere," giggled Brooke. "It means -- "

"I know," interrupted Lucas, holding up his hand, "What it means. I just...ok, never mind. The point is, we can't be sure that Rick, um...got the measurement right in the lab."

"But he used the same...what do you call this thing?" asked Brooke, knocking her knuckles against the stadiometer.

"A stadiometer," said Lucas officially. "And, well yes -- maybe it looked the same. But suppose it was defective or...or something."

"Or maybe yours is defective!" laughed Brooke.

"Excuse me?" Lucas was really starting to get put out by Brooke's buoyant attitude...or maybe it was just that he was put out with himself for getting hard again, totally against his own desires. So what if she was a little taller!? What did that mean?? Why did it have to make him so helplessly aroused like this!?

"I mean, haha, maybe it isn't Rick's stadium-whatever that's broken," giggled Brooke, turning around to inspect the instrument herself. "Maybe THIS is the one that's busted."

"Or," remarked Lucas a little acerbically, determined not to agree with her on anything, "It COULD be that neither of them is broken or inaccurate, and that...well, you actually have grown a little more."

"Do you really think that could be it??" asked Brooke, her eyes going wide with excitement. Lucas couldn't help but get momentarily lost in that green...her eyes seemed somehow deeper than they were earlier in the morning.

"Well I hope not," he countered, blinking and attempting to recover himself as he retreated to his desk and sat down in his black leather chair. "That would mean that our...uh, that Rick's design is somehow flawed, and needs to be readjusted. He...um, well, he had made sure that there was only a quarter-inch increase every growth cycle, and only one growth cycle a day. If the measurements are right, then...well, either the cycle or the timing is off, which could...which could be...a bit of a problem."

"A problem?" asked Brooke, her smile fading a little as she came up to Lucas's desk. "What does that mean, Luca--Mr. Mineur?"

"I'm...not really sure, exactly," replied Lucas truthfully. He was grateful that, for the moment at least, Brooke had come back down to earth a little. If the nanobots were somehow malfunctioning, she did have some reason to worry. But Lucas wasn't really thinking about any of that right now. He was staring at Brooke's figure as she stood there by the side of his desk, still barefoot, with her feet crossed over each other. Earlier, when she did this, it was flirtatious; now it looked fidgety and a little scared. And combined with the pleasing curve of her hips, the respectable swerve of her thighs, and the volume and weight of her breasts as they jutted out from her chest...well, Lucas found himself blinking again a couple times, just to clear his vision. He realized that he had been brazenly just staring at her for several long moments.

"You're staring at my chest again, huh?" Brooke's voice cut the air, and Lucas immediately shook his head and stood up. Her smile had returned, albeit in a bit of a softer, more muted form.

"Uhh, n-no, no I was just...remembering," said Lucas, struggling to gather himself, "We need to get your other measurements, ok? It's not...not just height, remember. It's everything else, you know? Weight, bust, hips, waist...all the basics."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Mineur," said Brooke in an affected drawl, her eyes again following him as he walked around his desk and directed her back to the stadiometer, which had a scale on it as well.

"And...Brooke," remarked Lucas, taking care to ensure that there was a healthy dose of irritation peppering his syllables, "I could do with a lot less of the...the obvious flirtation, alright? Look, we both know what happened last night and -- "

"And this morning," she interrupted, winking at him.

"And...and so that doesn't mean," continued Lucas, ignoring her comment, "That any of it is acceptable behavior in a workplace environment, alright? Especially not in an environment like Braden where we're all...where there is a certain level of professionalism. Is that clear, Brooke?"

"I understand where you're coming from, Mr. Mineur," replied Brooke, closing her eyes and nodding her head appreciatively. Lucas thought for a moment that he had successfully gotten her to back off, but when she opened her eyes again, their deeper green retained that same mischievous sparkle.

Inhaling a deep breath through his nose, Lucas got Brooke to step on the scale.

"Let's see...ummm...oh-kay," he said as he manually operated the scale, hoping that his casual tone and business-like approach would dissuade her from more advances. But the measurements mandated proximity to her body, and whenever he got this close to her, Lucas could feel her eyes following his face. He even thought he could feel her body heat, even though there was still a couple of feet between them. Was he hallucinating!?

"So...looks like...one hundred and thirtyyyy two pounds," said Lucas, resetting the manual weight bar and immediately turning to go back to his desk to write down the statistic on his clipboard. The number was generic, normal, to be expected...but somehow, it made him even more aroused and excited.

'The Brooke who came into that first interview didn't weigh anything close to that,' Lucas thought to himself, his eyes focused on the stat chart as he carefully wrote the number down. 'She was so skinny and spindly and had no hips or chest whatsoever, and...'

He looked up from the sheet and Brooke was standing right there, squeezing her breasts together with her upper arms.

"Ok, now what about my chest, Mr. Mineur?" she pouted, shimmying her shoulders back and forth a little. "We need to measure it next, don't we?"

"I...n-no, no, we actually measure your waist and hips first," replied Lucas, his mouth going dry. With slightly shaking hands, he fetched the tape measure and pulled it around Brooke's waist. She raised her arms above her head, ostensibly to make room for the measurement, but, of course, having the effect of making her breasts jut out even more prominently.

"Ok, so...twenty...six waist," muttered Lucas as he worked hard to steady his breathing, "Annnnnnd...thirty two hips."

"Mmmmm, does that mean I've got some sexy curves going on?" asked Brooke, throwing her hips into an undulating little swivel at the word "sexy." Lucas gaped at the exaggerated curve in her hips and then made it a point to close his mouth, biting the inside of his bottom lip in self-rebuke. 26-32 wasn't anything to write home about! What on earth was he thinking, getting this worked up about someone who looked so ordinary?!

"And now...my breasts," breathed Brooke down at him.

Lucas felt her eyes following him as he straightened up, knowing full well that his face was now bright red, and that the shaking in his hands must have been plainly obvious. But he knew that he had to do these measurements; he had trapped himself in the protocol, and as he wrapped the measuring tape around Brooke's back, and then around further to the round globes of her breasts, he could have sworn that he detected a slight hint of a sweet scent that suddenly emanated up from her cleavage.

'Just hallucinating again,' reassured himself, taking deep breaths in and out now without even realizing it, with Brooke just watching him as she grinned the whole time. Her breasts felt warm, far warmer than what Lucas would have expected. But he chalked it down to his mind playing tricks on him, and tried not to notice. It was hard, though, because the measurement was impossible without touching her breasts at least a little. Brooke straightened herself up slightly, inhaling on purpose as she held in her breath.

"Now, uh, Brooke," said Lucas, his voice sounding alien to him, "I can tell you're holding your breath right now."

"Oh darn it!" she giggled, exhaling as her body shook a little in its mirth, "I was just seeing how big I could get...haha, you know, if I cheated a little."

"Yeah, no, just, uhh, just b-breathe normally, ok?" Lucas had almost gotten the measurement; his trembling hands weren't doing him any favors.

"But Mr. Mineur," came Brooke's flirtatious voice, "How am I supposed to breathe normally when you're not either?"

"What?" he asked, knotting his brow as he tried to focus. "I...am breathing normally."

"Heheh, no you're not!" Brooke responded, her eyes going down to his cock and then back slowly up his body to his face, "You're huffing and puffing like a...like a -- "

"Ok, Brooke enough!" snapped Lucas. "I need...I need you to just...stop talking and be still...and breathe normally, alright?"

"Like a freight train!" finished Brooke. "Ok there, now I'm done, haha!"

She stood up straight and made a point to clamp her mouth shut, looking straight ahead in an imitation of obedience. A couple seconds later, Lucas was finally able to get the measurement. Wordlessly, he dropped the tape measure to the floor and immediately backed away from her, looking determinedly at the floor as he retrieved his clipboard and wrote down the statistic.

"What'd it say!?' asked Brooke breezily, hopping up to him. "How big are they!?"

"Huh?" asked Lucas, knowing how obvious it was that he was feigning nonchalance. "Oh, the measurement?"

"Yes! What is it?!" Brooke was startlingly insistent.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders and tried to start going back around his desk to his chair, but Brooke quickly shuffled over and blocked his way, staring slightly up at him with a mixture of defiance and flirty audacity in her green eyes...they flitted down to the clipboard in Lucas's hand, and before he could react, she had reached down and snatched it out of his hand.

"H-Hey! Now, Brooke!" exclaimed Lucas indignantly, reaching for it back, but he was already too distracted by Brooke's breasts bouncing up and down slightly as she hopped away from him, bringing the clipboard up to her face to read. She furrowed her brow slightly and brought the clipboard a bit further away from her face; her eyebrows then went up again, almost as soon as they had gone down. Clearly, she could read it all now, and a moment later her eyes popped back up to Lucas.

"34!?" she grinned, her cheeks flushing. "34!? That sounds biggggg! Is that big?!"

"I...y-you tell me, Brooke," said Lucas, gesturing halfheartedly. "I mean...it's a C-cup."

"Awww, is that all?" Brooke whined, feigning disappointment.

Lucas turned back to go sit down, but once again, Brooke bounded over and blocked his path, challenging him with her eyes..

"Brooke!" he complained, looking up at the ceiling and rolling his eyes. "I just wanna sit down, ok? I've...I've got a headache all of a sudden."

"Aww, I know Mr. Mineur, I know!" she said, stepping forward closer and grabbing both of his upper arms with her hands. "I can tell you've been...all hot and flushed...ever since you started measuring me."

"It's...it's not that," said Lucas weakly, trying to move around Brooke to his chair. She wouldn't let him go, however...not on his own terms, at least. He knew that his resistance was bleeding out fast; his cock was now almost completely hard, tenting his pants blatantly. Still with her hands locked firmly on his upper arms, Brooke stepped forward even closer into him, smushing her breasts into the bottom of his own chest as she inclined her head up to him, looking up straight into his eyes.

"But I think it is, Mr. Mineur," she said in slow, sexy syllables. "What else could it be? And I can tell you want me again. It hasn't even been an hour since last time...and I can tell...that you want me again. You want to cum again, don't you?"

"Brooke...please..." begged Lucas. But his voice was alarmingly weak, and his office was starting to swim before his eyes. He had become so aroused that he was getting lightheaded. He felt Brooke guiding him, with surprising confidence and strength, down into his chair. With a light push, she shoved him down into it, collapsing down on her knees almost immediately, in between his legs.

"Shhhh, don't worry, it's going to be ok," breathed Brooke, once more making quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. In almost no time, Lucas's cock was shining at attention, a surreal monument to his lack of control. Lucas eyed his office window into the hallway, but with nothing like the anxiety he had last time. Right now, he had no idea how he felt, or if he would even welcome Sophia or someone else coming in to rescue him.

'Quit it!' he thought to himself viciously. 'Just...push her off you! You're the boss here! Do it!!'

But he didn't budge. Brooke had popped her breasts out of her top, and then out of her bra -- they seemed even bigger, now that they were no longer confined to her clothing. They almost seemed to spill and tumble out, spreading their warm, voluminous flesh like they were eager, independent entities with minds of their own.

"I know why your penis wants me so bad, Lucas," she cooed, conspicuously dropping the more title-last-name format she had been using. "I know why they want these bigggg breasts here wrapped around them."

Brooke didn't waste any time -- leaning forward, and sighing in exaggeration as she looked up straight into his eyes, she wrapped the warm, firm flesh of her perky breasts around his pulsating cock and started tit-fucking him, going up and down with a healthy speed and pressure. Lucas seized up, and something inside him seemed to snap.

"N-now...now just...go slowly, ok?" he whispered. Just hearing himself say those words was enough to hit home that he had passed into another realm. At least right now, he was not going to resist her -- he was going to try and just...exert control where he could.

'Once she's done, I can go back to normal,' he told himself. 'I can just...enjoy this, and...and then it'll be like nothing happened.'

Brooke's eyes had lit up even more after hearing his request, and she immediately obliged, making it a point to go slowly and deliberately up and down, her ample breast flesh wrapped around his cock so that only the head, and an inch or two below, could be seen.

"Yeah...I know why," Brooke repeated seductively, licking her lips at him. "It's because you can't get your mind off what I looked like last night...and how huuuuuge I was then. That's it, isn't it, Lucas?"

"N-no, Brooke..." moaned Lucas, looking up at the ceiling and blinking tightly, so that stars and bulbs burst and popped before his eyes. "That's not...that's not it.

"Then why did you get so hard as soon as you found out I was actually taller, hrrrmmmm?" Brooke was merciless and determined. "If that's not it, then why did I see you getting all hot and bothered when you had to take my measurements? It's because I still remind you of what I was, don't I, Lucas?"

Lucas couldn't even answer now. He realized that he shouldn't just be sitting there with his head back and his eyes shut tightly, and so he righted himself, anxiously checking his window once more. No one there...or was there a heel end of someone's foot? He couldn't tell. But he was so close to orgasm again that he just couldn't find the energy within him to care.

"Look at you -- you're already ready to cum again!" cackled Brooke, "But this time, it's gonna be in between my tits! But I'm still gonna eat it, Lucas. Aaaaaaaaa! Haha, right in there! I'm still gonna suck it out of you!"

"Brooke...p-please! Quiet!" pleaded Lucas, the interiors of his eyebrows going up at the corners as he neared climax. "We don't...wan..t...people to hear."

"You just want these two girls here to be bigger, don't you?" she kept on, dutifully dropping her voice down to a whisper, which was somehow even more irresistible to Lucas. "Like they were last night! Haha, oh my god, remember!? Each of them was sooooo much bigger than your head! Is that why you wanted to suck on them so much, Lucas? Don't worry, when they get bigger -- and they WILL get bigger Lucas, every day, bigger, bigger, and bigger -- and when they do, I'll let you suck on them like you did before."

That was too much for Lucas, and he groaned out pitifully into his office, cumming and spasming hard in between Brooke's enveloping, fleshy breasts. She was ready for him, and immediately took his head in her mouth, the sides of her cheeks caving in noticeably as she sucked powerfully for his cum. Lucas couldn't help but stare directly down into her face as he came in her mouth, and what he saw made him feel like he was suspended over the edge of a dangerous gulch, looking down into the abyss. He was coming in spurts, and Brooke was swallowing him in the same rhythm; with each strong spurt, and vigorous gulp from Brooke, Lucas thought that he could actually SEE Brooke becoming different.

Lucas was sure...SURE...that he was hallucinating now, that his mind was playing cruel tricks on itself in self-inflicted punishment for being so weak...but what it all looked so real. With each spurt she swallowed, Brooke's eyes seemed to gleam a deeper and more vibrant shade of green, closer to what they had been like the night before. It was as if, with each audible gulp, her cheeks got a little fuller and rosier, her chin got a little sharper, and her cheekbones elevated a bit higher up on her face. Lucas knew that it was all a mirage, that this couldn't possibly be an actual reality, but in his lust-induced psychosis, he could have sworn that he felt Brooke's breasts expand and grow around his spasming cock, embracing it with even warmer, tighter, fleshier pressure. And were her nipples...impinging out further!? Had they always been that big?? No, no they had just grown erect, surely, from Brooke's own arousal. That was it, nothing more.

*GULP...gulp......gulpgulp*

Brooke's swallows slowed, and along with them, to his great relief, Lucas felt his brain slowly beginning to return to normal. Brooke wasn't changing before his eyes! She was...she was the same...more or less...as she had been before. Perhaps, in his post-orgasmic glow, Lucas felt that she looked a little fuller, curvier, prettier...but that was just...biology, right!?

*Pop!*

"Mmmmm so delicious," she cooed at him after letting his cock go with an audible staccato. "I could get very, very used to this, Mr. Mineur."

"Well..." said Lucas, grateful that his voice didn't sound so strange in his ears anymore. "Just don't...don't get too used to it, ok Brooke?"