Tests and Temptations
Draft version 2.0
Chapter 2
“So? How is this supposed to work exactly?” said Jennifer with a frown, looking at the vial she was holding.
“I don’t think the details are all that important” replied Amanda. “Beside, I’m not sure you’d understand all the technicalities. It’s... well, pretty technical.”
“Try me.”
Amy shifted in her seat, making her newly inflated breasts wobble slightly. “If you insist, baby” she said with unusual self-assurance. “It’s what we call a bio-regenerative compound. To keep things simple, it basically interacts with natural cells to promote their growth and multiplication. These things have been in development for years, but their use was always limited by various factors. The wonderful thing with this one though, is that it can be programmed to target specific type of cells or cellular tissue, like the ones found in cartilage, skin or...”
“Breasts” finished Jennifer, dryly.
Amanda smiled gently, “I was going to say ‘mammary glands’, but ’breasts’ would be appropriate too”.
The petite blond turned her attention back to the vial, as her girlfriend continued her explanation. Amy had been right: it was rather technical with talks of enzymes, proteins and mitosis. Jennifer was an intelligent woman, but science wasn’t exactly her forte. Besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t concentrate on the words being said. Those two large mounds, hidden under Amanda’s green sweatshirt, made it impossible for her to concentrate.
She could hardly believe it. Jen had known Amanda for years: she had spent time with her, had seen her in bras and bikinis. For all her firm curves, she could never fill any of her tops. The shirt she was wearing tonight had been a gift from her ex, Nathalie. It was one of those baggy things to be worn on cold Sundays and even Jennifer, with her healthy double-Ds couldn’t fill it. Tonight though, it was bursting at the seams, filled to capacity with Amy’s breasts.
Amanda had talked about it before, about her research and how much of a breakthrough it could prove to be for medical science. Jen however, never seriously believed that there could be any practical application for it or that it could ever be considered an alternative to cosmetic surgery. It just sounded too much like science fiction. That her lover would ever take the risk of testing it on herself was just shocking to her. It was not that Amy had never talked about her desire for larger breasts; it was actually a fairly common topic for her, especially since the two of them had officially started dating. But Jennifer always thought that she would use more traditional options, and not rely on an untested and possibly dangerous chemical product. The risks involved were just too great; notwithstanding the outrageous end results!
Jen shook her head in dismay, unsure of what to think. It wasn’t that her girlfriend’s breasts didn’t look good in that shirt, on the contrary. Despite their size or maybe because of it, they had a definite appeal. But to go to such extreme was just insane.
“So why did you bring this to me?” she said, cutting Amy in her explanation.
Amanda stopped with a frown, her smile and excitement fading. It was obvious that Jennifer wasn’t reacting the way she had expected her to react. “I don’t understand. We talked about it in the past. I thought... I thought you would want to...”
“What? Use it?” Jen felt herself turn red, unable to control her conflicting emotions. “You want me to grow my breasts to the size of melons like you? We didn’t talk about that Amy. I like breasts, but there’s a difference between wishfully hoping for a somewhat larger chest and getting those... things. Did you ever consider the possibilities, the risks to you health or people’s reactions? I’m not you; my self-esteem doesn’t need big boobs.”
“This isn’t fair, baby” said the now buxom brunette. “You know how much this means to me. I didn’t think you would disagree with my decision, but even if you do, there’s no reason for you to be insulting.”
“And how insulting do you think it is for me? It’s like you’re saying that my breasts aren’t big enough and that I should get them bigger. Of all people, I’m sure you can understand how I could feel about that.”
Amanda stood up with a miserable expression on her face. For a moment she remained silent and Jennifer could feel her dismay and distress. ”You’re right; I shouldn’t have presumed that you would want to use it on yourself” she finally said. “I’m sorry. I was being selfish. But I was just hoping that at least you would be happy for me.”
Jen stood up too and took a few steps toward her girlfriend. “I just...”
“It’s okay baby. I’d like to go to bed now if you don’t mind. Can I take your guest room?”
Jennifer sighed, “Yeah sure. Go ahead.”
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Despite herself, Jennifer couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time she dozed off, her mind would fill itself with images of her girlfriend’s new breasts. She would imagine herself caressing and kissing them, while feeling her own chest become progressively larger. She would then wake up, try to clear her head and go back to sleep, just to find herself in the same scenario all over again.
Jen sighed in frustration. She was aroused and unsatisfied... and definitely confused.
Amanda and her had talked about it in the past. While Amy had clearly stated her intention to eventually increase her bust size, Jennifer had never seriously considered it. At a double-D she was already larger than average, and while she had admitted to Amy that she wouldn’t mind her breasts being somewhat bigger, it was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Now however, the situation was different. Amanda had succeeded in increasing the size of her breasts. More than that, she had succeeded in such a way that Jen could do so as well. Dream could become reality and she was surprised of just how much she was craving it.
“This is crazy” she whispered to herself. Nevertheless, she got up from her bed, covering her naked body in a night-dress. After a long pause she grabbed the vial Amanda had given from under her pillow and moved toward the door.