Too big?
Gerald listened to Watson, his nephew, enthusing about the new position with Universal Slimming Corporation. He had that awkward feeling while stifling a yawn. At first he welcomed some company but the young researcher was just like his boring father.
'You were right!' Watson said.
This woke Gerald up, 'What?'
He must have asked a polite question when the lad first arrived but couldn't recall what it was.
'That was a clever guess uncle. I looked up early experiments on the computer and the original formula did work in reverse. Fat cells are stimulated to absorb more fats from the blood. The formula enhanced normal bodily functions, exciting cell receptors making them more sensitive,' he said.
He droned on, spouting technical terms while Gerald switched off again.
'That's very interesting, Watson,' he commented, trying to shut him up.
Even his name, from a nineteenth century novel, reflected his parent's pretentious outlook.
'They abandoned the project as soon as a modified formula was found for slimming,' he said.
'Why is that?' Gerald heard himself asking and immediately regretted it.
'More money in slimming of course, nobody wants to put on weight,' he answered with a smug look.
Gerald put this remark together with the odd word he understood from so much boring technical jargon, to work out what the lecture was about. Unable to let the young prig get away with it he retorted.
'There must be some people that need to put on weight. What about if they've been ill? Or want to add weight somewhere to change their shape, breasts for example?' he challenged.
On seeing Watson blush he felt some small victory had been gained.
'So the pill to lose weight, wherever you want to, actually works?' Gerald asked.
The scepticism in his voice was hard to miss, even by Watson.
'Yes! Slight variations in the formula match cell signatures, receptors, to stop the intake of fats. It works and quickly too,' he said proudly.
'What about the old formula?' Gerald asked.
He was pleased with himself for understanding something of what was being said. He'd been a pharmacist before retirement, but this new technology was beyond hm. They would be into the twenty-second century in a few years, and he wondered what miracles they would be able to perform then.
Watson had to spoil it by again sinking into a quagmire of jargon, losing his uncle's attention.
'Is it that late?' he made excuses and escaped, shaking his head.
***
Next morning Gerald reached for the morning paper at the same time as his neighbour, Kathy, went for hers. The attractive young woman was single and available, but not to him. Gerald was fifty-five and felt every moment of a well lived life.
He waved to her, savouring the reactive gesture. If only, he thought, while watching her set off for the office. A glimpse of thigh as she dropped a slinky figure into the low slung sports car was exciting. The slim legs, tiny waist and shimmering long black hair, was perfection on two legs.
As she drove off he imagined her with larger breasts, for he was a typical breast man.
'You could do with some of Watson's medication,' he whispered.
He chuckled at the idea.
'Well, a guy can dream,' he mused.
It nagged at him all morning. Since selling his business he hadn't found a hobby and although friends and family said he was lucky, he regretted selling up. It was coming up to lunch time so he had better get dressed.
'Even if I got her to take the pills, which she wouldn't, what good would it do me?' he thought out loud.
Fiddly squat! Something nice to look at, but she'd be even more desirable and more out of reach. Some handsome young man would have the benefit of a large handful, never him.
'This is stupid. I don't even have the damn pills, which probably don't exist now they're unprofitable,' he scolded himself.
He shook himself from the daydream to get showered and changed.
While trying to complete a crossword, the daydream kept interrupting his train of thought. He imagined her with large breasts over that slender waist, and licked his lips. What would he do if he had the damn pills anyway?
'Here, Kathy, just take these pills for me, I want to see if your tits grow,' he said, to the coffee pot with a snort of derision. 'If I secretly got her to take them and they happened to work, she'd be just a bit suspicious and sue my ass off,' he told the coffee pot.
He shook the paper rustling it harshly. Just as he started on another clue a knock at the door interrupted him.
'Hi Jim, how you doing?' Gerald asked.
'Okay! You?' the delivery boy asked in return.
The young man dropped the grocery bags onto the kitchen table.
'Thanks for taking them in, I get my round done so much quicker. See you next week,' he nodded, and let himself out.
Gerald looked at the bags of groceries.
'It's all fast food, TV dinners, cans, packets, spray cream and spray cheese. Yuk! I'm glad I can cook. I've been alone too long, I'm talking to myself,' he laughed.
He began putting the frozen food into his freezer then stopped, holding onto a Pizza. A crushed up pill could be sprinkled onto this. Still, what good would it do? There was no way his nephew would bring home stolen pills from the lab, even if they still existed.
***
When Kathy arrived home, she called for the delivery, making the usual greetings and thank you noises. He couldn't help looking at the white blouse as the jacket fell open. There was just a hint of breasts while the sensible bra revealed nothing real.
'Here let me help,' he offered, as she tried to balance the two bags in her arms.
The back of his hand squashed her breast, though he totally ignored the mishap, and so did she. With the back door opened he watched her stride off. She was always in a hurry, and the wiggle of her ass was delightful.
Kathy ordered everything she needed on the internet, with no time to go shopping, and he dutifully collected the goods from delivery guys.
***
Watson arrived home later, obviously putting in extra hours to make an impression.
'Just something quick, have you got Pizza, uncle?'
