Breast Enlargement

Naughty? It was damned illegal. He was retired from the pharmacy business but even then, prescribing drugs was out of the question. The damn pills were meant to be taken after an examination, and with a patient's consent. Damn! They could be dished out over the counter after a doctor's examination, but only administered with a patient's awareness and consent. It was illegal however you looked at it.

He picked up the bottle of pills, and was ready to throw them across the room. It was too late now to back down. He would take it easy and see what happened. After all, she seemed okay this morning. Gardening bored him, but today it seemed a rather peaceful occupation, especially as he lay in the sun with a beer and a book of crosswords.

The engine noise was familiar, but it seemed louder, more aggressive, revving too fast as it pulled up. Kathy was early too. Gerald was half asleep so looked at his watch again. The back door slammed. He got up and stretched, shaking his head to wake up.

Ambling into the kitchen he wondered what had pissed her off. She was chipper enough this morning and she hadn't eaten anything yet. He had wondered that afternoon about breaking in to get back the pizza. He shrugged. He knew full well how exaggerated companies claims over their products were. Why get wound up over it, nothing would happen.

The phone rang and he casually picked up, only just refraining from making a silly remark as usual.

'Hi, slow down,' he said.

He almost asked who it was then recognised Kathy's voice. He had never spoken to her on the phone, though it was the surge of energy that altered her voice. She was usually so calm and in control.

'I'll be right over,' he told her.

She had objected then given in. He grabbed the bottle of pills then realised that was wrong so stuffed them on a shelf. He caught himself running to the kitchen door so counted to ten and sauntered over to his neighbour's back door.

'Hi,' he managed to say before Kathy launched a barrage of questions at him.

'Tell me again what those symptoms were, sudden weight gain wasn't it, where? All over or is it to specific parts? What were the other things, how do you stop it? Is there a cure?' she assaulted him with questions like missiles.

He started to answer her questions, but she broke down sobbing.

It was only now he realised her reaction hadn't been considered too carefully. If she was angry enough to sue the pizza suppliers, and consult her doctor, the real cause would be found out. If anyone connected him, his nephew, and that damn company, he would be in trouble. Deep shit more like!

'Calm down, what's happened?' he said, in a soothing voice as though talking to a mother whose child had been stung by a wasp.

He was familiar with the consultancy role so pulled it on like an old comfortable coat. An old fashioned white one with buttons down the front. He was close and she put her arms around him holding on tight. He slipped his arms around her, and felt guilty. Then he felt her bumps, new large bumps on her chest.

'Sit down and I'll make a coffee, while you tell me what happened,' he ordered firmly.

Gratefully he turned away from her and busied himself with the simple task of making coffee. With his back to her, nothing would be revealed of his reactions, and she too would feel more able to talk.

'You warned me but I took no notice. Shit! The bloody food these days, you don't know what you're eating! Okay! From the beginning, where ever that is! This afternoon I felt kind of heavy. When I went to the bathroom, in the mirror, I, err, saw they were, err, bigger. I had a quick lunch, the usual rubbish, I just didn't think about it. Okay! Just the facts, my breasts looked bigger in my usual blouse. I'd taken off my jacket, as I felt warm. I was wearing the usual white business blouse,' she said, with eyes closed.

She found it difficult to think straight which was unusual, for thinking on her feet in business meetings was a must. Though now emotion was interrupting the flow of logical thinking. She rubbed her head, from an understandable headache forming.

'I adjusted the bra and pulled the blouse around, but they were definitely bigger. I thought it might be the bra. I don't always wear one, but later. . . Later, about an hour later, I went to freshen up and they were even larger. I kept going back to look, and it wasn't my imagination. I couldn't stand it any longer so covered my, them up, and drove home. My damn breasts have kept growing all afternoon,' she growled.

It was a sound of anger with anxiety mixed in. She'd changed into a t-shirt and baggy gym sweats.

'You warned me! What does it say? You were a pharmacist, you must be able to do something,' she asked, trying to sound positive.

Gerald sat down pushing a cup across the table. He spouted some of the jargon Watson had used which she tried desperately to understand but was evidently as lost as he was.

'Well, it depends, I guess I could give you something but the important thing is to relax. How it is treated depends on how much the chemicals affect you. Everyone is different,' he told her calmly.

Gerald looked her in the eyes, studiously keeping them away from her chest. Standing up from the table Kathy grabbed a hold of the t-shirt in both hands pulling it tight under her bust line.

'That's how much it has affected me,' she said sternly.

Gerald hadn't been prepared for this. He hadn't dared to pick up the coffee in case his trembling hand gave him away. He licked his dry lips.

'What size were they before, and now,' he asked.

Surprisingly he sounded calm and professional.

'An A cup, sometimes a B, hell knows what they are now,' she said.

The bitterness was draining from her voice leaving a touch of self pity.

'You must measure them and keep measuring them to find what rate they are growing. It shouldn't continue and will probably return to normal soon,' he told her.

She nodded her head at the reassuring advice.

'How do I measure them? I've never bothered,' she asked.

This was the something he had prepared for.

'I need accurate information if I'm to help,' he stated flatly. 'In the store I supplied prosthetic bra's, after surgery,' he explained. 'I can guide you, it's not a problem,' he reassured her.

'Sure,' she said, but hesitated.

'You're rubbing your head, do you have a headache? Dry lips, find it difficult thinking? he asked.

'Yes, to all of those. What does it mean?' she asked, sounding worried.

'You're dehydrated,' he got up and ran the tap, for some water.

'Drink this. I want you to drink ordinary water, say, three glasses, one every twenty minutes,' he told her.

He took out a note book and pen. 'What is the consistency, are they uniform in shape? Any lumps?' he asked.

Kathy put a hand to her mouth. 'I hadn't thought of that, I've no idea,' she answered with a worried look. 'Could you have a look?' she asked. 'If you don't mind.'

Gerald didn't leap out of the chair or begin rubbing his hands together, instead he looked down at his coffee. 'Is there someone else you would rather be here. A sister or maybe leave it until tomorrow for your doctor?' he asked.

It took nerves of steel to ask the question, and he wondered if he had blown it.

'No. Let's get it over and done with,' she told him, reverting to a matter of fact voice.

Raising both arms the t-shirt she'd changed into, was pulled off with the curious cross-over women do. There was no bra, as she didn't have any that fit. Kathy cuddled her breasts looking embarrassed despite the brave words.

'Do you have a tape measure?' he asked.

It was an effort not to stare at her as she rummaged around in draws. He pretended to make notes to steady himself. Standing in front of her, he pulled the tape around her back while she lifted her arms.

'You are a, 'D' cup,' he announced. 'I can see your point. That is a lot of weight to put on in such a short time. Could it have started this morning or earlier?' he asked, while keeping her standing before him displaying her breasts.

'Possibly, but I didn't notice till this afternoon,' she murmured.

'They look even, do you know how to feel for lumps?' he asked. 'I'd better show you how,' he stated.

She relented to his control and experience, even seeming more calm now he had taken over the problem. He cupped a breast in one hand and held a nipple in the other.

'Are your nipples more sensitive?' Gerald asked.

'Yes, I think so.' she answered, obviously embarrassed, but needing him to continue.

'The weight is even so they have developed naturally, if rather quickly. This is most important so watch carefully,' he cupped her breast and lifted it, then with the other hand pushed his fingers into the soft tissue.

He knew the theory and had seen the medical video but never practised with a real breast. Examining such an attractive young woman, it was a miracle he didn't have a raging hard-on. Somehow he kept calm and sane.

'You try,' he told her.

Before him she cupped a breast and dug into it with fingertips as though it were something strange.

'Could you live with them like this? You can put the t-shirt back on now,' he told her.

'I guess I could get used to it, but, I'm not sure, it's been a shock. I guess, I just got used to not having any,' she smiled.

'Well you do now,' he stated the obvious.

'Thank you Gerald, I feel much better. I'm sorry, I was just so anxious,' she said, and made a hand signal asking if he wanted more coffee.

She laughed a little too loudly.

'What's up?' he asked.

'These! Haven't you been paying attention?' she laughed again, less nervously this time. 'I was just thinking how strange it is to be thanking you for examining my breasts! I am though, re-assured I mean,' she added.

'I hope I was professional,' he said, and put hand on her shoulder.

'What now?' she asked.

'Wait. That's my advice. They will stop growing and I can give you something to reduce them if necessary,' he said.

'What if they don't,' she said, with a strained smile.

'They will stop, but if they become uncomfortable some medication can be arranged. Don't forget, I'll need to calculate the growth rate for the dosage.'

He was on more familiar ground now, talking of dispensing drugs, even though it was all nonsense.

The easy way to stop the growth was to stop giving her the pills, but of course he wasn't going to tell her that. She must have eaten the whole pizza to have this effect, but he didn't expect her to ever eat pizza again.

'So if they are too big, you can reduce them?' she asked.

'Yes, they can be reduced down to the size you were before. The chemicals would have worked their way through your system by tomorrow, so we shall see then,' he smiled at her.

'By the way, do you have any fruit juice? Not for me, for you, you should try to flush out the toxins,' he advised.

Another so called medical nonsense people wanted to believe in. There wasn't the slightest evidence for the claims, though so many talked about it. He thought it was probably the fruit drink marketing people that dreamed up that one.

'Are you hungry? No, you shouldn't be afraid to eat, but no more pizza, okay? I'll bring you over something. Good fresh food, don't worry, I cook a mean salad, it'll help. Maybe some chicken soup? I only use the finest white breast,' he teased.

She stuck her tongue out, and did look more cheery.

He told her to take a shower while he prepared a meal with decent ingredients. While she was out of the way another dose could be added to the fruit juice. 'Damn! I forgot to ask which one,' he murmured.

He decided it would be suspicious if he asked, so put some powder into each bottle and shook it up.

She picked at the food at first, until hunger overcame the reticence. They retired to the lounge and he again measured her breasts.

'No change,' he said, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

With him close on the sofa, she felt comforted and cheered up.

'Jerry, I'm not sure how to ask this,' she faltered with embarrassment. 'You've been very good to me and you understand confidentiality, so . . . I thought I could ask you something, and you'd keep it a secret. I hate asking you. Will you promise not to tell anyone,' she asked, with an imploring look upon her upturned face.

He watched her stroke her long black hair, and felt uncomfortable over what he had done to her. Of course he didn't want anyone to find out, for they might put two and two together to conclude he was somehow involved.

Misinterpreting his look she apologised.

'No, it's okay! I promise never to tell anyone, I promise,' he said, with a hand upon his heart.

'Good. There's something I want you to do. Err, look, just tell me if it's pushing things too far. I don't want to make it hard for you,' she said, and suddenly giggled, blushing fitfully, and put fingers to her gorgeous pouty lips.

She shook her head in a flurry of long hair.

'Go on tell me,' he pushed her. 'You've got me curious now!'

'I've never had breasts before. This is just so weird,' she took a deep breath, unaware she was sticking them out at him. 'Will you tell me what you think of them, from a man's point of view? If it's too much to ask, just say no,' she said, looking sincere.

If anyone had said this but her right now, he would have suspected something. He sat there wanting to leap on them but managed to restrain himself.

'Sure,' he managed to say without choking on the word.

'This is crazy, but I guess I need some reassurance,' she explained, while lifting the big baggy t-shirt up under chin. 'You're an experienced married man, what do you honestly think,' she hesitated, looking embarrassed.

'They are wonderful, just wonderful,' Gerald said, almost licking his lips. She was watching his face as well as listening intently. 'You have a great figure, a slim waist, so they look magnificent. They are new and firm,' he faltered and cleared his throat. 'They sit up like young puppies. Sorry, I don't know where that came from,' he laughed nervously.

Letting the t-shirt fall, she sat there quietly contemplating what had been said.

After awhile, she said, 'Tell me what you would say to other guys, in a bar,' she asked earnestly.

Hell! Was she asking him to talk dirty? 'Are you sure?' he asked. She nodded her head with a frown of concentration. 'Well, I'm not so sure. It might not sound so polite,' he warned.

'I'm used to looks and comments but never about my breasts. With the guys you'd call them tits or jugs, wouldn't you?' she asked.

Her eyes had lit up and her face was a picture of anticipation. It seemed such a strange request, he wondered if she were testing him, or maybe it was the pills.

'I guess I would say my neighbour has a great pair of tits. It's very difficult, in front of you,' he said, feeling his face growing warm.

'I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend you. It's just, I'm not sure. I've never had them before, and they'll be gone tomorrow, so I'll never have them again. This is my only chance to know what I've been missing,' she said.

Kathy shrugged and was reminded of the extra weight. She couldn't explain it, for she didn't know herself what was going on.

'I guess I understand,' he said. 'It might be easier if you show them,' he suggested, not thinking she would agree.

He watched her hesitantly lift the baggy t-shirt to reveal them. Pulling off the top, she held the large breasts together with both hands. She was looking down at them with a look of fascination on her face.

He guessed she would have scorned the idea of having implants, but secretly deep down, she wanted breasts, maybe only because she didn't have them. These had been unexpectedly thrust upon her, and she didn't know how to handle them. Well, he did.

'If you were a stranger just walking in to a bar, that sort of thing?' he asked.

Attempting not to stare at her breasts, not that she would notice for she was mesmerised by them, he watched her nod.

'Look at those big tits that just walked in,' he quietly said, trying to gauge if he had understood her right. There wasn't a rebuke on its way, as she looked enthralled. It wasn't a side-effect, rather she was in shock as well as finding them astonishing.

'It's a wonder she can stand up carrying those massive melons. If she topples over I'll haul her up by those immense boobies. If she falls on me, don't help her up, cause I'll be sucking on them luscious big tits,' he said.

He watched her chest moving up and down with an increasing pace and deeper breaths. She was pushing each breast outward and upward and it was so enticing, his hand came up close without realising.

She gently guided his hand to her breast and at his touch, she sighed deeply. She lent her head back with tightly closed eyes. He lifted his other hand to smooth a palm over the nipple. He felt it harden in response. Her breathing grew faster still, with occasional great gulps. These were in time with the gentle squeeze of a breast, and a nip of a nipple.

His mouth opened in anticipation with his head moving closer. With her head and arms back, she was thrusting them at him.

'Look at those huge jugs guys. I'd like to maul those massive breasts. I'd lick them and suck them, and bite her nipples. I'd milk those big breasts like a cows udders. I'd suck on those juicy teats until they ache, I'll bite those nipples, and suck them hard,' he whispered in her ear.

She moaned loudly and he knew she was in no mood to complain. Lifting one breast with his hand, he moved in and sucked. Cradling her breast in both hands he found they only just covered it. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit it. At first he was gentle but when he bit or roughly treated them, she moaned in delight.

They were big and sent big delightful messages to her brain. She threw her head back thrusting out her chest to receive as much attention as possible. This was her chance to experience them, and she was making the most of it.

She felt a hand at her crotch, fingers starting to explore. Of course she gave orders for her legs to resist but instead her thighs parted. As clear as day she was totally aware of what was happening, but could do nothing about it. Her body was responding to the unfamiliar intensity of sensations surging into her brain.

Kathy threw her hands over his shoulders and pulled his face into her breasts. His fingers were rubbing her clit through the tracksuit bottoms. His mouth was sucking hard on a nipple. She was squashing her new breasts over his face, and began to rub them all over his face.

She felt his hand delve into the tracksuit bottoms, then delve into her.

The first orgasm came and went. She began to push him away but a spasm touched her inside. At first she thought it was an aftershock, yet it didn't recede, instead it grew in intensity. Her tummy fluttered again and kept going. Her legs had to be stretched outward with toes stretching the tracksuit.

As though she had cramp, her legs flexed in a steady rhythm. Uninhibited by convention she pulled her legs wide wanting to give him access to her sex. The tracksuit was stretched thin and giving way. She wanted to coach him, but the words came out as huffs and puffs, with weird little squeaks of sound on the end.

She wasn't sure if he was bringing on another orgasm, or it was just one long stream of sensuous energy battering her mind. At last, she was winding down, for she couldn't take much more. Sex had never ever been like this! Was it this old man's technique, or these new wonderful breasts that had brought it on.

Gerald pulled her legs together and pulled down her t-shirt. It was as though he were closing the store. It would be open tomorrow though, with a bigger and better stock. If she went so wild with these, he wondered how she would react with much bigger breasts. From what he said, she had secretly wanted large breasts, but had to dismiss the idea when they didn't develop. She certainly wasn't the kind of woman to have implants.