All my life I had been flat chested. My boobs had only ever grown once and that was barely even noticeable. Now when I say flat I don't mean small, I mean Flat. Flat as in I've never even tried on a bra, flat as in people confuse me for a boy with long hair. I am Flat.
One morning when I was looking through the newspaper, I saw a Help wanted ad that was talking about some scientist who had developed a serum for natural breast implants. I read the information and peeked down my shirt, "Not that I have much to lose anyway." I muttered to myself as I called the number. The professor's name was Dr. Eckbert and he told me to be at his lab at 5:00 am tomorrow. I put down the phone and went through my day as usual, except I found myself surprisingly excited about something.
The next day I got up early and went to Dr. Eckbert's lab. Once I got there I was greeted by a tall, lanky man in a lab coat. He brought me in and took me to a large room full of sciency gadgets that were completely foreign to me. I looked around at the scientists until I found a strikingly handsome young man whom I assumed to be Dr. Eckbert, the man turned and was delighted to see me, "Ah! You must be Chelsey!" He walked over and shook my hand, he had a charismatic smile that I couldn't resist smiling back to, "I am Dr. Eckbert, the serum is located over there."
Dr. Eckbert walked me to what resembled a chair found at the dentist's office, except it had restraints. Dr. Eckbert brought me next to it and instructed me to take off my shirt. When I looked at him suspiciously he laughed, "Don't worry Chelsey, No one's going to be checking you out, this is a professional environment." As crude as it was it seemed to reassure me as I removed my shirt and handed it off to an assistant. I was a bit ashamed by my lack of breasts but realized that no one here really cared.
Dr. Eckbert then instructed me to sit in the chair and when I did, an assistant came and quickly restrained my arms and legs. Dr. Eckbert stood next to me with an open case with 5 vials of liquid in it, each one labeled with a large capital letter: A, B, C, D, and E. "Since you were very brave to come here I will let you pick which size you want, they all have the same chemical makeup so they all work the same... except for the size that is, but that's already been tested." I examined the vials and thought about the fantasies I'd always had of having big boobs.
I decided I wanted to go big but not too big, "Can I have vial C please?" I asked politely, Dr. Eckbert smiled,
"Wise choice Chelsey." As he prepared what I assumed was the test, he kept talking, "Most girls with your... situation, would've gone with E, they just want to be big. But you're smart, you don't want something too big to handle. I like you Chelsey, you're a smart girl, and quite pretty I might add." This statement made me blush, I tried my best to hide it but did horribly, "Alright, the test is ready to begin," he turned around with a syringe in hand that seemed to be filled with the liquid from vial C, "This should only hurt a little but you'll find it's worth it soon enough." He stepped forward and inserted the syringe just above my nipple.
I felt nothing. I barely even felt the needle entering my skin. I hadn't been expecting my boobs to balloon out as soon as the needle touched me or anything, but I expected a little more than this. When Dr. Eckbert saw my look of confusion he facepalmed, "Ah! Stupid! I apologize Chelsey, I completely forgot to tell you something."
I cocked my head to the side, "What?" Dr. Eckbert straightened up,
"Unfortunately, through all of our tests with this serum we've found only one sure way to trigger the reaction."
I became even more confused, "And what might that be?"
"Sexual stimulation." Dr. Eckbert said with a straight of a face I've ever seen on a human, I, on the other hand, was not so calm,
"Wait what! You mean I'm going to have to have sex to make my boobs grow?!" I nearly shrieked.
Dr. Eckbert put out his hands calmly, "No no, not sex necessarily. Not unless you want to, you see we got a vibrator for this in case you choose that." I considered this and realized I had to go through with it. For Dr. Eckbert at least, If he's ever to love me, I thought, I have to do this... wait! What? Did I just say love? It was then that I realized I had a slight crush on Dr. Eckbert, of course, who wouldn't? He was the definition of manliness.
"Alright," I finally decided, "I'll do it." Dr. Eckbert clapped his hands delightedly,
"Good! I'll go fetch the..."
