C48

I slowly opened my eyes when the alarm went off, stretched, rolled out of bed, and put the TV on to catch the weather. The alert, smiling weatherman said, "It's going to be an overcast day today, cool, with periods of light rain. But the rest of the week promises to be sunny and warm."

When I entered the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought, "Sue, you're not allowed to look this bad! You have to face the world!" But the face looking back at me seem to be saying, "Oh come on! It won't be the end of the world if you crawl back into bed for another hour or so! It's gonna be cold and wet outside!"

I sighed, and refused the entreaties of my reflection. After some emergency clean up and make up, at least I looked half passable. Groaning, I made my coffee and the smell of that life giving elixir gave me some lucidity. And, yes I ate some nourishing breakfast too. OK, OK, so it was cold pizza... it had pepperoni, and I'm sure that in itself has all 4 major food groups... or at least it ought to have them. So then, fortified, I started my day. Much to my surprise, my food shopping went very quickly, so I found myself back home with time to spare. Dutifully, I put away all the groceries, especially the ice cream, milk, and eggs... and no pepperoni.

Looking at the clock, I mumbled to myself, "The mall just opened, and it'll be dry inside. Sounds like a good place to kill time before lunch." The mall was very quiet and I just walked around window shopping until I came to my favorite place here, a very upscale women's lingerie store. It always smelled so wonderfully in there, and had such nice things that I frequented it often -- when my purse allowed it. It was so early that I had the run of the place and found several things I just had to have. Can you guess that I love sexy lingerie?

As I was looking through the items, I became aware of another woman at the same display. When I looked up I was in shock! It was Betty from college. We'd been really good friends, but I'd not seen her in a long time.

As our eyes met, we both squealed and hugged each other and both started to talk at the same time. It was now almost lunch time so I said, "Let's have lunch together and catch up for old time's sake." We bought our purchases first -- a gal has to have her priorities straight, you know. Then we walked arm in arm through the mall and we went into a restaurant at the far end of the mall, getting a booth in the back so we could talk.

We talked about everything and we were having a really nice time. But, since it was getting warm, Betty stood up and removed her jacket. My eyes went wide in surprise! She was wearing a white blouse with several buttons undone showing a lot of cleavage. Betty had always been small to average the last time I saw her, but now her chest was big, buxom, and beautiful. When we were younger I'd always had bigger breasts than she did, so hopefully you can understand my shock.

She must have seen my reaction, because she asked, "So, what do you think about my new figure, Sue?" She even turned a little to give me a better look at her new profile.

Blushing and thinking they were implants, I answered, "They must have cost a fortune." We both knew that I was talking about her very ample breasts.

Smiling she said, "They cost nothing at all, and they aren't due to fancy drugs or surgery."

I was flabbergasted at that answer, and blurted out, "How could that be?!"

Betty replied in a low, confidential tone of voice, "I made a certain connection through a friend, and took a leap of faith to try what I was told. It was all true, but the process is still very secret. New people are accepted only by a word of mouth referral. So only women that are personally vouched for can participate in the program at this point."

I still found it hard to believe that what Betty was telling me was that good and apparently easy. But I was staring at actual proof -- a double helping of proof. Gathering my courage, and hoping Betty wouldn't deny me, I said, "I'd like to go up a size, Betty. I've always felt a women should be nice and curvy with lovely breasts like yours."

"Sue, I'm really telling you the truth. I'll tell you what. I have an appointment tomorrow for my next treatment. I'll find out if you can come and observe. Then you can decide if you want to try it."

She pulled out her cell phone and started to talk quietly. "I'm in a Mall restaurant, so I'll keep my voice low. I'm with my friend, and yes she is interested, but she'd like to see what it's all about." She paused, listening, "Yes I've known her for years," she assured the person. Nodding, she disconnected, telling me, "It's all set. Tomorrow, I'll pick you up at 8:30 AM sharp. That means we'll get there about 9 AM, which is the time he likes to start his day, so I do mean be ready when I get to your place!"

I asked Betty, "So who is this guy?"

She answered, "He was a scientist and doctor but he's retired now." Maybe she saw some expression of disbelief on my face. "I assure you, I've researched his background and it's all true." Getting back to our lunches, we returned to chatting and general catching up about our lives. I can't tell you how many times my eyes slid down to examine Betty's cleavage, leaving me feeling a little envious. OK, a lot envious.

That night, as I crawled into my bed, I couldn't get to sleep right away. I was both apprehensive and excited about what tomorrow might bring. I cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. Feeling silly and playful now, I asked my breasts if they wanted to be bigger. They 'responded' by engorging my nipples so much that they ached. I pinched and rolled them gently to alleviate the ache, and then whispered 'good night' wishes to them.

The next day, I was standing outside my house and Betty pulled up with a few minutes to spare. "Better early than late," I praised her. "Is what I'm wearing -- a simple sundress and sandals -- OK for this meeting?" She nodded, and gestured for me to climb in.

As I got into the passenger seat and buckled up, Betty said, "Sue, I got a call from the doctor with a special request. He told me that since you're really not a member of the study group, he wanted his location kept secret for now. He'd like you to wear these sunglasses during our drive to his place." She handed them to me.

Examining the glasses, I saw that they were a wraparound type, and had black tape on the inside preventing anyone from seeing out at all. Looking at Betty I asked her, "Are you sure this is all real and on the up and up?"

"Yes, I swear it's all true! I give you my word, Sue. I've never been happier in my life."

Sighing, and feeling a little like a woman in a spy thriller, I slipped the glasses on and Betty pulled away. The drive seemed to take a while with a lot of stop and go traffic. I couldn't see, but I could smell the tailpipe exhausts of the traffic around us, and hear the 'whoosh' of passing cars. But within the half hour she'd specified, I felt the car turn off the paved road onto a dirt road. We drove along it for only a minute or two.

Betty announced, "OK, Sue, we're here. You can remove the glasses now." She blew the car horn in what was probably a kind of code.

Taking the glasses off, I looked around to see if I could get any idea of where we were, but there were no obvious landmarks. There was just an old house and a barn. Betty headed for the barn and I followed, looking around curiously, but I still had no idea where I was. The air smelled fresh, with maybe a hint of newly mowed grass, and not much else.

We entered the barn through a side door. Unlike other barns I'd been in, this one was very clean and uncluttered. We were apparently in a small, neat, benched room that had lockers in which clothes could be stored. Each locker had a key with a wrist band. I surmised that a person could secure their belongings, and wear the key during treatment. With no apparent shyness or feeling of modesty in my presence, Betty started to undress. Soon she was completely naked, and I admit I was admiring her fully revealed body, and especially those huge amazing breasts. She headed for the door opposite the one we came in. As I followed her, I noticed a tattoo on her ass. I read 'C47' clearly, positioned there on her right butt cheek.

I followed her into the next room, not having been told that I should wait or anything. After all, I was here to observe. This new room looked more like how I'd imagined a laboratory should appear. It was well lit, with white tiles covering all the walls and floor. Cabinets and tables with drawers could be seen here and there throughout the room. There was a hum of machinery, and a small amount of vibration either in the air or coming through my feet. I saw a series of stalls made from simple but sturdy pipes more toward the center of the room. Each stall was sort of like an inverted U shape, but the crossbar that would be the base of that U was virtually horizontal and about 6 feet across. The vertical posts were of different lengths in the various stalls, placing that crossbar at different heights from the floor. The stalls were also separated from one another by about 3 feet. I also saw thin plastic tubes and glass containers on shelves near each stall and the entire room was so clean that it gleamed.

About 5 minutes after our entrance a distinguished looking man with white hair entered and smiled, saying, "Hello, you two. You must be Betty's friend Sue, that she told me she was bringing along. Betty, are you ready to start?"

Betty didn't bother to answer. She just had a very big smile on her face as she entered one of the stalls.

The man turned to me and chuckled. "That's her favorite stall," he confided. His body language, speech, and his entire demeanor radiated competence and inspired trust. "You can grab a folding chair from the corner, and place it where you can get a good view."

Fetching a chair, I sat there, looking at Betty thinking, "Wow, how pretty she looks! Her body is so marvelously shapely. No wonder she doesn't mind having it on display like this." Meanwhile, Betty positioned herself in the stall and allowed the man to spread her legs apart. Next he tied her ankles to the side pipes that rose vertically to form the stall.

She then bent forward and placed her arms and neck on the crossbar pipe and he used rope to secure her arms tightly from shoulders to wrists. While Betty showed no apprehension, still looking very comfortable, I sat there and thought, "Mmmm... how vulnerable and exposed she is like this!" But I had to admit that I found it very exciting. The doctor checked all the ropes to make sure they were secure and that Betty was immobile and quite helpless. Betty obviously knew she herself should test her ability to move. I saw her muscles clenching and relaxing under her skin, but she could only move her head. She smiled at me, apparently happy that I was here with her and seeing this.

The doctor went to a miniature refrigerator and brought out a small bottle of white liquid. It already had a plastic tube with a clamp connected to it. He hooked the non-tubed end of the bottle to a stand with a tripod base, and stood it next to Betty's head, adjusting the stand until the bottle was just a little higher than her head.

He then went to a cabinet and came back with a thing that looked like a leather half mask, which, when strapped to Betty's head had a round opening in line with her mouth. He tightened all the straps, asking, "Feel good?" Betty nodded, whereupon the doctor threaded the hose from the small bottle into the round opening. I watched carefully as he pushed the tubing into Betty. As I watched the length of the tubing disappear into her mouth, I judged that it must be going past her tongue and down her throat a bit. Betty moved her head around in small movements, getting used to the tube, but showing no signs of gagging or distress.

The doctor then released the clamp on the tubing, and I could see that white fluid now traveling down the clear tubing until it disappeared into Betty's mouth. Perhaps the coldness of the fluid touching her throat caught her by surprise, but then I watched her throat. As far as I could tell, she was swallowing it freely. I watched as her breasts hung forward and moved as her torso swayed back and forth. I couldn't get over their shape and mass and that swaying motion of theirs was almost hypnotic.

Meanwhile, the doctor walked behind her with a jar and what looked like a wooden tongue depressor. With that he scooped some of the sienna-colored paste and smeared it all over her pussy. I shifted my position so I could watch better. He was also making sure some of the paste was pushed inside her, splaying open her pussy lips and pressing the paste into her revealed hole. This seemed to excite Betty and she moved her hips as much as her bonds would allow in a sort of fucking motion. Despite the leather device and tubing, I could hear her somehow making sounds, and they were sounds of pleasure.

Still standing behind her, the doctor unzipped his pants. His rather large penis popped out, apparently fully erect, and he pushed it into her. She howled a sound of delight in the half mask. He stood still as she moved on him as best she could. She seemed frantic and I was getting excited watching her fuck him. It's a good thing she was tied to the pipes, because I could tell her body was convulsing in an orgasm or two.

When the white liquid was almost gone, he pulled out and let her calm down. The paste may also have worked on him, because I saw a dribble of semen with its characteristic scent stretching from the tip of his cock to her pussy tunnel. At no time did Betty protest at what just transpired in front of me. From what I could tell, she enjoyed it thoroughly and was a full participant in the treatment. The sight of her shaking, quivering legs made me a bit envious. Her orgasm or orgasms seemed monumental and I was so excited that I was touching myself through my clothing.

The last of the white liquid disappeared, and the doctor carefully withdrew the tube, and unstrapped the leather half mask. Betty's body was a glistening, sweaty mess from her head to her toes. I watched while the doctor untied her ankles. Heedless of her sweat, he wrapped a supporting arm around her waist and undid with his free hand the ropes that had bound her arms. As she wobbled around on unsteady feet, he helped her to a chair. She was still so excited and smiling, obviously shivering in post orgasmic aftershocks.

He then looked at me and gestured as if inviting me to choose a stall. My breath caught as a thrill ran through me. I thought frantically, "Should I do this? Betty seemed not to be harmed by the treatment. In fact, she seemed to be tired but totally thrilled and no worse for wear. But I'd be naked, and tied to the pipes. But he is a doctor, and doctors are used to bodies. But Betty would see me naked... but of course, that's only fair, since I saw her. And the doctor would fuck me... well, from what I saw, I'd be the one fucking him!" All that thinking only took a second or two, And my decision was made. "You'd be a fool and regret it for a very long time if you didn't take this opportunity," I told myself.

Consequently, I ran into the locker room and put my dress and sandals in a locker. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, I was tied securely in a stall with a crossbar at a height appropriate to my size. I even tested the fact that I could only move my head, as I had seen Betty do.

As the leather half mask was fitted over my mouth, to my surprise Betty had moved her chair close and was smiling as she saw me about to get my first treatment. She seemed to be staring at my exposed, vulnerable body and her smile widened approvingly. I realized it was the first time she'd ever seen me naked, and I blushed warmly, but I was pleased to have a friend near me.

I soon felt the tube snaking past my tongue and for a moment, my body wanted to gag as it touched my throat entrance. But I instinctively used my swallowing muscles and that got the tip past the gagging point and let it enter and settle into my throat. I watched the doctor's hand releasing the clamp on the tube, and saw the white liquid travel down the tube in front of my face. When the fluid hit my throat, my eyes did widen and bulge in the shock of the original coldness of the fluid. I started swallowing, and felt it trickling into my stomach.

But I didn't have much time to dwell on that, because the doctor's fingers were prying my pussy lips apart as he started applying the paste. I was acutely aware when he was pressing the paste into my pussy tunnel. The paste started to tingle then its sensation transformed and grew quickly into creating in me an overwhelming desire to be fucked! The white liquid continued to flow into me and I swallowed it mechanically, because now the doctor's penis shoved into me! I felt like I was going crazy with lust and desire! I too started rocking my hips on that wonderful cock, forcing it to thrust in and out, in and out. The fantastic sensations radiating from my pussy grew and grew and I was fucking him frantically now. I might have felt him release some semen into me, or maybe I imagined it. It didn't matter because the resulting orgasm shook me to my core as I shrieked and shrieked! And that one was quickly followed by yet another!

I remained in a blissful daze, vaguely aware of him pulling his cock out of me. The liquid must've finished flowing into my stomach, because he slipped out the tube, and remove the leather half mask. He suddenly whispered into my ear, "Do you want further treatments, Sue?" I wasn't too sure if my voice was ready to function, so I nodded 'yes' with vigorous head movements. Whether this treatment made my breasts grow or not, I wanted to experience the whole thing again and again.

Then I dimly felt something at my right butt cheek. Whatever it was it lasted for several minutes. Then something was pressed against my ass and taped in place. I didn't care because echoes of that climax were still crashing through me. As I was released Betty helped the doctor assist me to a chair to take a breather. When I felt I could trust my legs, we went into the locker room and dressed. Arms around each other for support, we walked together to the car. I was able to watch the route home, but just in case, the doctor had given me detailed directions and his phone number so I could make appointments. I was to show it to no one, though, and not to bring anyone other than Betty without his explicit permission.

When we got to my place, Betty crashed there for the rest of the day because we were both worn out. We ordered some food to be delivered. While we waited, I reached under my skirt and pressed a finger into my pussy. I brought that finger to my nose, and sure enough, I smelled semen. The doctor had cum inside me, at least a little. I'd have to think about that for the future. When it came time for bed, Betty spent the night. We were both sharing my bed, and we were both naked. It was delightful!

When I got up the next morning, I peeled the bandage off my ass to reveal that I'd been tattooed. I had to read it backwards in my mirror, but the 'C48' was pretty obvious. I was now officially a test subject. And Betty was once again a very dear, very close friend. And I do mean very close -- intimately.

That was about 6 months ago and with two visits a week. I have gained one full breast size. The feel of the doctor's cock inside me is amazing, and I also learned that a portion of the white fluid contains a birth control component. The orgasms from the paste continue to be intense -- unlike anything I've ever felt before. So I'd never gotten around to asking if the fucking was an integral part of the treatment, or just fun for the doctor, because I no longer really cared to learn that answer. I was thinking about stopping the treatments since I did get my breast size increase, but I'm addicted to the experiment now. Yes, and I'm afraid I won't stop.