Dear Diary: A B.E. story

[wilkem101]

I recently wrote this story one evening and decided to post it here to see what people think. If i get enough positive response, I will continue with the second part.

Dear Diary

Day 1:
Dear Diary,
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kristin, and I am keeping this diary as ordered by Dr. Stewart. Dr. Stewart had invented a very powerful experimental drug that he called Beam. He said it would make my boobs grow. Now, I?ve never been very high in the breast department, so I allowed him to test it out on me. He said that if it worked, I would begin to notice results by the next day or so. Until then, K.

Day 2:

Dear Diary,
Nothing yet. I told my boyfriend on the phone today about the experiment. He said he could hardly wait to see them. He?s coming over in two days, so hopefully I have my spurt sometime today. Later, K.

Day 3:

Dear Diary,
Still no sign of change. I hope it will kick in soon. My boyfriends coming over tomorrow and if there?s no change, I don?t know what he will say. Later, K.

Day 4:

Dear Diary,
I called Dr. Stewart today to ask him why my boobs hadn?t started growing yet. He started in with this speech how the drug had never been tested and that his estimates for growth start rime were just estimates, and not for sure numbers. He told me to be patient. Too bad my boyfriend comes tonight. Hope he isn?t too disappointed. Until then, K.

Day 5:

Dear Diary,
Of all the lowdown stunts my boyfriend could pull. When he showed up last night, he got so mad and told me I must have lied to him. I told him I was telling the truth, but he got mad and left. Hopefully, this stuff will kick in soon so I can try and get my boyfriend back. Otherwise?K.

Day 6:

Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning to a weird tingle in my breasts. I examined them in the mirror and there appeared to be a rash on them. They were no bigger though. So help me, if they don?t grow and I end up stuck with this rash, I?ll sue that doctor for every penny he?s got. So help me, K.

Day 7:

Dear Diary,
Still no changes, except that the rash is gone. If they?re no bigger tomorrow, I?m going to see the doctor. Later, K.

Day 8:

Dear Diary,
When I awoke this morning I found myself unable to see my feet. I sat up to discover that my shirt was very tight around my chest. It has finally worked! My boobs have grown! I showered and found my new boobs to be very sensitive. So sensitive in fact, that I couldn?t stop playing with them.
I called in sick to the office so that I could go see if I could find some new clothes. When I?d tried on my bra, my boobs nearly burst back out. When I measured myself, I estimated that I?d gone from an A cup to a DD cup. I just love these new beauties. Later, K.

Day 9:

Dear Diary,
My boyfriend came over to apologize last night, but I found that I didn?t want anything to do with him. He gawked at my boobs and begged to touch them, but I finally told him to get out. He left in a kind of sullen mood.
Before work, I enjoyed my new daily activity of groping myself. When I finally dressed, I could barely notice that my new bra was a little tighter than it had been yesterday.
At the office, I was followed everywhere by the stares of the guys. All of them, I could tell, were thinking the same thing: they wanted to play with my boobies. As I sat at my desk, I suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation in my boobs. I had to touch them, but I couldn?t do it here. I quickly rushed to the restroom.
In the restroom, as I groped my boobs, I felt my bra getting tighter and tighter. ?They?re growing again?? I remember thinking as my button-up shirt quickly began to pull tightly across my chest. When the first button popped, I let out a small giggle. When the second one went, I realized I had to get out of the office before it was too late.
I ran to my car, barely noticing as the last three buttons popped off my shirt. Luckily, I got home and in the house before my bra popped off.
I?m going to try to sleep now, if I can. Until tomorrow, K.

Day 10:

Dear Diary,
I can barely write in this notebook anymore. My boobs are so big, I had to roll myself out of bed and crawl to the table to get the notebook. My boobs keep tingling, and I?ve been trying to resist groping them but I can?t stop myself.
Every time I touch them, I can feel them start to grow in my hands. I?ve called the doctor, but I don?t know if he will arrive in time to help me. I can?t feel my legs anymore and my arms are also quickly shrinking in behind my ever growing boobs. The drug had worked, but it had worked too well. I don?t know what I?


?Ladies and Gentlemen,? Dr. Stewart was saying as he looked up from the notebook, ?When we arrived at the home of Kristin, we found a giant pair of boobs with a small head on top. To get her out of the house, we had to take the roof of, and we?ve since moved her into the basements of my lab.?
?What of the drug,? asked one of the employees, whose name was Sarah.
?The drug has been locked in a closet, awaiting its destruction. It is too dangerous for anyone to use.?
?But it works,? Sarah thought to herself, ?and I am going to get my hands on some of those pills.?

To Be Continued!