If the chemists at Sara Jean had been a little more patient, and the accountants more wise, they would, today, be multibillionaires with articles in Wikipedia, rather than retired high school chemistry teachers scattered across the continent. All that the chemicals needed were a few years fermentation and maybe a vector, or vectors. A few decades stewing in an overlooked warehouse, plus another in a little known swamp, accomplished the chemists' goals in ways they failed to imagine.
Cynthia's body underwent changes as a side effect of her aquatic intimacies. The mutated lampreys' teeth gently broke the redhead's skin; certain chemicals and hormones insinuated themselves into the woman's bloodstream. The result was a big increase in breast size. . .and a bigger increase in milk production. The lampreys attached to Cynthia's mammaries reaped the immediate benefits.
Cynthia's B-cups ballooned around the lamprey's mouths. Cynthia's eyes were rolled back. As such, she did not see her remarkable expansion. An observer, hiking the area, would have come across a scene reminiscent of an old Weird Tales pulp magazine cover. A supine redhead, floating, head tilted back, mouth open, moaning arias while slimy eels, mouths pumping, arced increasingly over two rising mounds of flesh, a third wriggling sinuously between her wide spread legs. It was as if the creatures inflated, rather than drew from, the redhead's blossoming boobs. Cynthia, a thirty-four chester, moaned as increasing volumes of flesh spread over her freckled chest. The freckles, in which the redhead took great pride, grew less dense, stretched out by her elasticizing skin. B, C, D, and finally double D fell by the wayside as Cynthia grew to match her buxom blonde rival in mammary girth.
Sara Jean Cosmetics not only plumped Cynthia's uppers but her nethers as well. The thin skin covering Cynthia's twat proved particularly vulnerable to lamprey penetration. Project Galatea infiltrated her body through her love canal, courtesy of the lamprey's tongue and teeth. Clit and vulva plumped into hair-trigger pillows. Her deep pink pussy blossomed into a blood red rose haloed by a dark red bush.
Finally (as the only remaining hole it was only logical), another lamprey attached to her bunghole, sending its slimy tongue into territory previously owned (somewhat unskillfully) by Cynthia's ex. Cynthia's green eyes flashed as the slithering presence wound its way through her rectum. The electric shock of the raspy tongue, sliding against the thin walls of her anus, slammed into the shock waves coming from her exploding clit. She arched her body, churning the water into cum and cream flavored foam, inhaling and sucking lamprey spit. Her ex never gave her such a fuck.
The orgasms completed the purpose towards which the Sara Jean chemists had labored to no initial effect. The lamprey-induced chemicals flooded Cynthia's glutes. Her already hot ass became hotter. Her swelling moons nearly swallowed her slimy benefactor. It was forced to withdraw before Cynthia's two globes crushed it within her increasingly pronounced crack. And last, Cynthia's midsection, already good and toned, gained a few more inches as a result of the Sara Jean-enhanced lamprey spit in her belly. A very slender twenty-two inch waistline went to a more voluptuous twenty-six.
Cynthia, too engrossed in her orgasms, pumping out cum and milk, smooching and humping her lamprey lovers, failed to notice the dozens of ripples converging on the wriggling mass. The redhead's splashes, her cummings, and the lampreys' ministrations, created scents and sounds which drew the swamp's denizens like bees to a flower.
Cynthia's eyes rolled back in ecstasy from the pleasures of eel love. The lamprey at her twat had its fill of cum juice and withdrew. Another immediately replaced it, plumbing its tongue where the other previously plunged. Shortly thereafter, the lamprey on Cynthia's right mound disengaged. A fountain of cream squirted from the redhead's overcharged mammary, before her nipple was covered by another lamprey lip. The lamprey at Cynthia's mouth removed itself. She had a moment's breath before sucking face with another fish. Once the pattern was set, it became a free for all.
Lampreys attached and detached from Cynthia's supine body in a frenzied orgy. The parasitic eels wrapped and slithered around the reclining redhead, sucking spit, milk, and cum from her moist interior. "Mmmm!! Nnnnn!! Ohhhh!!" Cynthia sang as the lampreys fucked and sucked her into orgiastic oblivion. A white, hot nova of an orgasm faded into darkness. The last sounds she heard were the slurps, sucks, and splashes of the lampreys.
Cynthia opened her eyes. She was floating on her back near the shore. She stood up, hip deep, wobbling on her feet. "Wow!" she thought, "That was amazing!" The redhead felt lightheaded and drained. "Of course I'm drained! Those things sucked the living daylights out of me."
She examined her body, "Gasp?!" Her breasts were big, not big as in maybe a slight swelling here and there, but BIG! As in, she won the state lottery and got the best boob job from cosmetic surgery's equivalent of Michelangelo. "What-the-fuck-happened-to-me?!" Her formerly B-cupped softballs were now somewhere in the E range. Her tits, formerly tiny pinpricks, were now pencil erasers. Her aureolae had grown from pennies to tea saucers. She squeezed one, a squirt of milk splashed into the water. A squirt of cum splashed from her pussy. "Oh God!" she gasped, swaying. Not only were they larger, but far more sensitive. "I have to be careful," she thought. "God! What did those things do? I feel thick....and horny." There was little trace of her encounter, other than faint tooth marks around her boobs and pussy. "I better get out of here before they come back," she thought. "I can't survive another session."
It was late afternoon. Cynthia waded to shore and stood by the Ford, letting the air dry her skin. She looked at her face in the side mirror. "Holy fuck! My lips!" She had good lips before, but now they looked collagened to bee-stung fuckability. "I can't tell anyone about this," she decided. "First, no one would believe me and second...well it's just too damn weird." However, when she tried to dress, her clothes no longer fit. "Oh God! My ass, my hips, everything's bigger! How do I explain this?"
She stood and thought for a few minutes. "Hmmm, it might work. Most of the men in town aren't very bright. They might swallow it. Nobody knows I'm not allergic to bee stings. It might work. Now the clothes, I can't drive into town naked...wait a moment!" She went to the back of the truck. "Where are they? There!" Her ex's coveralls, "They'll fit." She wore her T-shirt, barely fitting, under the coveralls to prevent chafing. She didn't want any accidents from responses to her new-found sensitivity. Cynthia drove into town and went to the diner, "God! I'm starving!"
The diners gaped. "Holy shit!" one of them gasped. "Cynthia?!"
"Hi Jed," she answered, putting on an embarrassed smile. Actually she wasn't embarrassed. She liked this new body but she had to sell her story. Shirley, the waitress and her best friend, walked up to her. "Geez girl, what happened?!"
"Bee sting. I'm okay, just a bit swollen."
"Damn! You gotta see a doctor. That looks more than just swelling."
"Can't, no insurance, remember? Look, I feel okay. I'm just hungry, that's all."
Cynthia ordered three bacon cheeseburgers with fries and two milkshakes and then went home, straight to bed.
Cynthia never spoke to her ex again. She could forgive the kinky sex, "I can't cast stones in that direction," but Judy was unforgivable. The bachelors were happy to see Cynthia on the market again. The swelling didn't go away; she now sported the hottest body in the county, but the joy quickly changed to perplexity. Cynthia didn't seem interested for some reason. "Maybe she's gone lesbo," some sniffed; not quite the truth but her tastes had shifted somewhat.
Early August 2012: Cynthia stood on the edge of the swamp. She was so horny her panties were soaked. "I better get to it before I mess my pants," she thought. Cynthia stripped and walked into the water. She floated with her legs spread and pussy wide, until she saw the familiar ripples. Cynthia tilted her head back, smiled, and closed her eyes, "God, this has been a great summer." The first of her lovers swam forward.
The End
