The three weeks that followed were a whirlwind of excitement for Lisa. They flew to California and started with the perfect kick-off, signing a multimillion-dollar contract. After that she and Gunther immediately gave themselves up to a round of guilty pleasures, to ease their consciences over selling their creation. They went to the best clubs in Hollywood, alongside movie stars; an American actor, whose path they crossed by chance in a restaurant, was so kind as to fill Lisa's hotel room with hundreds of red roses. Of course, she ignored him. Then they chartered a private jet to Las Vegas, a city where the treatment anyone receives is directly proportional to his bank account. In their case, perhaps because word of the contract preceded them, a limousine picked the pair up at the airport, transporting them directly to the most luxurious suite at the most luxurious hotel in town. Three days of vice and gambling followed, and (incredibly) Lisa even managed to bring home more money than she had arrived with. From there they flew to Philadelphia, and then Hamilton, Bermuda.
Gunther had rented a beautiful villa on the sea, and the days passed dreamily, going out fishing or strolling over beautiful golf courses. Actually Lisa, at the insistence of her business partner, tried to learn to play golf, but she soon realized that her physical conformation was completely incompatible with the game. She just could not just hold her arms in front of her chest because of all that breastflesh, and even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to see the ball at all. So Lisa decided to pamper her body with endless Thai massages and beauty treatments. The first time that the petite oriental masseuse came to their villa and saw her naked, she was petrified, overwhelmed at the mere sight of the enormous woman. At first she could only stand there with her mouth open and gently poke a mammoth breast, afraid her little hands were not up to the job of attending to the biggest tits she had ever seen, let alone lifting one of the behemoth glands. Lisa was used to other women being amazed and terrified at first sight of her grossly overdeveloped body, and just lay there quietly, letting the girl get used to her bulk, calm down, and work up the nerve to come close and then touch her. She smiled encouragingly, and the girl tentatively set to work. But after a few days of massaging that exquisitely soft, plump body and caressing the over-abundance of bosom, her hands sinking into the sprawling mounds of yielding flesh, she was childishly delighted with Lisa's mountainous breasts and virtually worshiped the great pillow-like masses. As she was moved and positioned, the great masses of her breasts undulating across her chest and hanging ponderously down the sides of her ribcage, the girl kept repeating, "You do not have a single stretch mark! How can you be so huge?You’re not human!" After a few days of this, Lisa herself was half-convinced that yes, maybe she was not of this world.
Time seemed to stand still - no obligation, no deadlines, only peace and tranquility. When the carefree sybaritic vacation was over, as soon as they left for Europe Lisa was visited by an emotion, unexpected and unwanted.
They were flying over the Atlantic, in the darkness of the night sky, the hum of the engines in the background. Lisa was thinking back over these last three weeks and her thoughts turned to Gunther, sleeping at her side. It was almost as if the man had picked a little girl up from the dust, and had transformed her into a successful model. More remarkably, he had taken a girl overwhelmed with so many emotional complexes, and made a real woman out of her. He had made it possible for her to get everything she wanted: so much money she could buy anything; fame, not intrusive but discrete - the kind that only the web could give - fame without having to attend ceremonies or go on television; but especially he had given her the freedom to live every moment of her life, the way she wanted to.
She suddenly felt something like genuine gratitude for this man, and the fact that she had such feelings amazed Lisa. It wasn’t at all like her; indeed, over the years she had firmly forced herself not to have any feeling for anyone. Certainly, with men it was easy because she always thought of the human male as an inferior species - always guided in their decisions by their animal instincts, so easily fascinated by her overflowing bra, and so easily subjugated by their desire for her. Women … she almost always felt a sense of unbridled antagonism towards other females, especially those who tried to get to her level. She had no friends, nor did she feel any loss at the absence; she had herself, and that was enough.
With her eyes closed, she began to imagine her arrival at the villa - the effusive greetings from Dr. Bohm, his fawning attention - the state of excitement everyone would be in as they started her treatments - and her breasts, already mammoth, growing and growing, day after day after day ... She fell asleep with her hands tucked under the blanket, as if weighing those two wonders that she could already imagine growing immeasurably immense.
"I’m not gonna get in a sedan any more in my life,” she had told Gunther before leaving Las Vegas.
Travel was hard on a woman as top-heavy as Lisa, and this trip had been particularly tiring: Madrid; Ibiza, where she absolutely had to attend several photo sessions, and then, after a few days, Berlin. At each arrival a giant black Hummer was waiting for them. Really, nothing said it better - that man knew how to treat her. Gunther and the driver helped her into the vehicle and settled her comfortably in the rear seat and strapped her in. Once the Hummer started moving, Lisa allowed herself to begin anticipating their arrival at the villa; she could barely contain her growing state of excitement.
During the time they had spent away from their new home, there had been little contact, just a couple of deliberately generic calls. Professor Bohm had insisted that Gunther keep in strictest confidence the very existence of the regimen of trials they were conducting, and especially any mention of his name. Neither of the partners, therefore, had any idea what to expect, apart from Bohm's vague assurances that everything was going well.
The big Jeep arrived at its destination at dusk, up the access road, and parked in the graveled courtyard. The door of the car was opened by a young girl, whose face reminded Lisa ...
"Elizabeth, assistant to Dr. Bohm," she said, smiling as she anticipated the query. "Today we stayed a bit late to finish work, and Professor Bohm asked me to meet you..." She spoke cheerily to Lisa, who waited for the driver to come around and unstrap her, and then for the two men to help her out of the Jeep and get her on her feet.
Lisa did notice that the girl, whom she clearly remembered as absolutely flat-chested, now sported (at least) a double-D rack.
"Are you undergoing treatment?" she asked.
The girl blushed. "Well, it wasn't my idea … actually it was my boyfriend's suggestion ... and the professor thought it might be useful."
Lisa had never imagined that there could be so many women willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of science. She was pleased to note that, despite her own sudden expansion to what most girls would consider extremely large breasts, as she spoke Elizabeth kept her slightly shocked gaze fixed firmly on the monstrous twin watermelons Lisa carried.
They went upstairs to freshen up and change their clothes, and get Lisa out of her corset-like travel brassiere. Soon after their arrival, they all met together, sitting around the dining room table – Professor Bohm and his assistant Elizabeth, in addition to Lisa and Gunther.
Gunther inquired about the whereabouts of Milena,which Lisa had deliberately avoided bringing up.
"Milena is sorry, but she has to remain upstairs in her room; she had a very busy day today. She hopes to see you tomorrow morning," the professor said.
"So … tell us about the progress of our experiments," Gunther demanded.
"We started, shortly after your departure, the second phase. We have made some changes to the medical protocol, so to speak, and the results are very encouraging."
"Meaning?" asked Lisa.
"Well, there was a considerable development of breast tissue, I must say very well proportioned, in addition to a marked increase in her milk production. The bulk of her growth, of necessity, has been breastfat … a substantial amount of fat, for cushioning and to allow expansion … " He turned his gaze to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, whom you both met at the University, has agreed to undergo a course of treatment, in parallel with the main experiment, and by now we can say there are no untoward side effects at all ... am I right, Fraulein Neufeld?"
"No, no, I feel fine." She looked down at her plate, with a nervous smile that concealed embarrassment. "Apart from the fact that my boyfriend never takes his hands off me ..."
"There can also be beneficial side effects to experiments, Fraulein. The history of medical research is full of examples in which the manifestation of side effects was more important to the outcome of the research, than the experiment itself."
Dr. Bohm was evidently in a good mood that night, and continued to entertain the guests with jokes; it seemed that veterinary examination sessions were an inexhaustible source of anecdotes.
Lisa just listened, relaxed by the atmosphere, glad to be out of her travel harness, and pleased by the girl Elizabeth's continual glances at her huge breasts.
I bet she really started to enjoy her boyfriend's attentions, she thought. Give a girl a little size, and men fall all over her. With two big, fat titties like mine she could reduce him to mindless obedience in a week.
The evening came to an end, amidst general merriment.
"I must go," said Elizabeth, suddenly looking at her wristwatch, “it’s really late."
"If you want to stay and sleep here, you just tell me and I’ll have a room prepared," Gunther said in a cordial manner.
"Thanks, I prefer to go home. I need to get a solid night of sleep, Herr Doctor Bohm says. Not so much as … well,” she let her words trail off, suddenly flustered. “Well. See you tomorrow morning."
"I'll escort her to the car," Lisa spoke up. They went out together to the cool of the outside, talking about the evening.
"Cigarette?"
"Yes, thank you."
They stayed there, leaning on the assistant's car. Lisa took a deep drag on the cigarette, her face intermittently illuminated by the glow of the embers.
"So what's it like?" she said suddenly.
"It …what?"
"Well, all of a sudden you have breasts, so ... I mean ..." she stopped as if searching for words.
"You know, I was barely thirteen when my tits grew so fast like that, so I didn't have much perspective on what was happening ...."
"Oh ... they're nothing much, compared to what you have. But I never thought my boyfriend would react this way. I swear, he is constantly drooling over me. It’s even becoming a problem ... "
She looked at Lisa and continued.
"I think if he came face-to-face with someone the size of you, he could literally have a heart attack ..."
"And when he touches you ... you like it?"
Elizabeth smiled. "You know, before ... we had some trouble understanding each other ... Now, my boobs have become hyper-sensitive, sometimes he just jiggles me around, gets a big fat tit bouncing the right way, and ... "
"And ...?"
"Well, I like it, almost to the point of having an orgasm."
"I see ...” In fact, Lisa didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand, because no man had ever touched her like that. She looked off into the distance, lost in the sparse lights of the houses in the dark fields.
"It's cool, maybe I should go back inside."
The two said good night to each other warmly, three kisses cheek to cheek, leaning forward. Then Lisa went back into the house.
Gunther had rented a beautiful villa on the sea, and the days passed dreamily, going out fishing or strolling over beautiful golf courses. Actually Lisa, at the insistence of her business partner, tried to learn to play golf, but she soon realized that her physical conformation was completely incompatible with the game. She just could not just hold her arms in front of her chest because of all that breastflesh, and even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to see the ball at all. So Lisa decided to pamper her body with endless Thai massages and beauty treatments. The first time that the petite oriental masseuse came to their villa and saw her naked, she was petrified, overwhelmed at the mere sight of the enormous woman. At first she could only stand there with her mouth open and gently poke a mammoth breast, afraid her little hands were not up to the job of attending to the biggest tits she had ever seen, let alone lifting one of the behemoth glands. Lisa was used to other women being amazed and terrified at first sight of her grossly overdeveloped body, and just lay there quietly, letting the girl get used to her bulk, calm down, and work up the nerve to come close and then touch her. She smiled encouragingly, and the girl tentatively set to work. But after a few days of massaging that exquisitely soft, plump body and caressing the over-abundance of bosom, her hands sinking into the sprawling mounds of yielding flesh, she was childishly delighted with Lisa's mountainous breasts and virtually worshiped the great pillow-like masses. As she was moved and positioned, the great masses of her breasts undulating across her chest and hanging ponderously down the sides of her ribcage, the girl kept repeating, "You do not have a single stretch mark! How can you be so huge?You’re not human!" After a few days of this, Lisa herself was half-convinced that yes, maybe she was not of this world.
Time seemed to stand still - no obligation, no deadlines, only peace and tranquility. When the carefree sybaritic vacation was over, as soon as they left for Europe Lisa was visited by an emotion, unexpected and unwanted.
They were flying over the Atlantic, in the darkness of the night sky, the hum of the engines in the background. Lisa was thinking back over these last three weeks and her thoughts turned to Gunther, sleeping at her side. It was almost as if the man had picked a little girl up from the dust, and had transformed her into a successful model. More remarkably, he had taken a girl overwhelmed with so many emotional complexes, and made a real woman out of her. He had made it possible for her to get everything she wanted: so much money she could buy anything; fame, not intrusive but discrete - the kind that only the web could give - fame without having to attend ceremonies or go on television; but especially he had given her the freedom to live every moment of her life, the way she wanted to.
She suddenly felt something like genuine gratitude for this man, and the fact that she had such feelings amazed Lisa. It wasn’t at all like her; indeed, over the years she had firmly forced herself not to have any feeling for anyone. Certainly, with men it was easy because she always thought of the human male as an inferior species - always guided in their decisions by their animal instincts, so easily fascinated by her overflowing bra, and so easily subjugated by their desire for her. Women … she almost always felt a sense of unbridled antagonism towards other females, especially those who tried to get to her level. She had no friends, nor did she feel any loss at the absence; she had herself, and that was enough.
With her eyes closed, she began to imagine her arrival at the villa - the effusive greetings from Dr. Bohm, his fawning attention - the state of excitement everyone would be in as they started her treatments - and her breasts, already mammoth, growing and growing, day after day after day ... She fell asleep with her hands tucked under the blanket, as if weighing those two wonders that she could already imagine growing immeasurably immense.
"I’m not gonna get in a sedan any more in my life,” she had told Gunther before leaving Las Vegas.
Travel was hard on a woman as top-heavy as Lisa, and this trip had been particularly tiring: Madrid; Ibiza, where she absolutely had to attend several photo sessions, and then, after a few days, Berlin. At each arrival a giant black Hummer was waiting for them. Really, nothing said it better - that man knew how to treat her. Gunther and the driver helped her into the vehicle and settled her comfortably in the rear seat and strapped her in. Once the Hummer started moving, Lisa allowed herself to begin anticipating their arrival at the villa; she could barely contain her growing state of excitement.
During the time they had spent away from their new home, there had been little contact, just a couple of deliberately generic calls. Professor Bohm had insisted that Gunther keep in strictest confidence the very existence of the regimen of trials they were conducting, and especially any mention of his name. Neither of the partners, therefore, had any idea what to expect, apart from Bohm's vague assurances that everything was going well.
The big Jeep arrived at its destination at dusk, up the access road, and parked in the graveled courtyard. The door of the car was opened by a young girl, whose face reminded Lisa ...
"Elizabeth, assistant to Dr. Bohm," she said, smiling as she anticipated the query. "Today we stayed a bit late to finish work, and Professor Bohm asked me to meet you..." She spoke cheerily to Lisa, who waited for the driver to come around and unstrap her, and then for the two men to help her out of the Jeep and get her on her feet.
Lisa did notice that the girl, whom she clearly remembered as absolutely flat-chested, now sported (at least) a double-D rack.
"Are you undergoing treatment?" she asked.
The girl blushed. "Well, it wasn't my idea … actually it was my boyfriend's suggestion ... and the professor thought it might be useful."
Lisa had never imagined that there could be so many women willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of science. She was pleased to note that, despite her own sudden expansion to what most girls would consider extremely large breasts, as she spoke Elizabeth kept her slightly shocked gaze fixed firmly on the monstrous twin watermelons Lisa carried.
They went upstairs to freshen up and change their clothes, and get Lisa out of her corset-like travel brassiere. Soon after their arrival, they all met together, sitting around the dining room table – Professor Bohm and his assistant Elizabeth, in addition to Lisa and Gunther.
Gunther inquired about the whereabouts of Milena,which Lisa had deliberately avoided bringing up.
"Milena is sorry, but she has to remain upstairs in her room; she had a very busy day today. She hopes to see you tomorrow morning," the professor said.
"So … tell us about the progress of our experiments," Gunther demanded.
"We started, shortly after your departure, the second phase. We have made some changes to the medical protocol, so to speak, and the results are very encouraging."
"Meaning?" asked Lisa.
"Well, there was a considerable development of breast tissue, I must say very well proportioned, in addition to a marked increase in her milk production. The bulk of her growth, of necessity, has been breastfat … a substantial amount of fat, for cushioning and to allow expansion … " He turned his gaze to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, whom you both met at the University, has agreed to undergo a course of treatment, in parallel with the main experiment, and by now we can say there are no untoward side effects at all ... am I right, Fraulein Neufeld?"
"No, no, I feel fine." She looked down at her plate, with a nervous smile that concealed embarrassment. "Apart from the fact that my boyfriend never takes his hands off me ..."
"There can also be beneficial side effects to experiments, Fraulein. The history of medical research is full of examples in which the manifestation of side effects was more important to the outcome of the research, than the experiment itself."
Dr. Bohm was evidently in a good mood that night, and continued to entertain the guests with jokes; it seemed that veterinary examination sessions were an inexhaustible source of anecdotes.
Lisa just listened, relaxed by the atmosphere, glad to be out of her travel harness, and pleased by the girl Elizabeth's continual glances at her huge breasts.
I bet she really started to enjoy her boyfriend's attentions, she thought. Give a girl a little size, and men fall all over her. With two big, fat titties like mine she could reduce him to mindless obedience in a week.
The evening came to an end, amidst general merriment.
"I must go," said Elizabeth, suddenly looking at her wristwatch, “it’s really late."
"If you want to stay and sleep here, you just tell me and I’ll have a room prepared," Gunther said in a cordial manner.
"Thanks, I prefer to go home. I need to get a solid night of sleep, Herr Doctor Bohm says. Not so much as … well,” she let her words trail off, suddenly flustered. “Well. See you tomorrow morning."
"I'll escort her to the car," Lisa spoke up. They went out together to the cool of the outside, talking about the evening.
"Cigarette?"
"Yes, thank you."
They stayed there, leaning on the assistant's car. Lisa took a deep drag on the cigarette, her face intermittently illuminated by the glow of the embers.
"So what's it like?" she said suddenly.
"It …what?"
"Well, all of a sudden you have breasts, so ... I mean ..." she stopped as if searching for words.
"You know, I was barely thirteen when my tits grew so fast like that, so I didn't have much perspective on what was happening ...."
"Oh ... they're nothing much, compared to what you have. But I never thought my boyfriend would react this way. I swear, he is constantly drooling over me. It’s even becoming a problem ... "
She looked at Lisa and continued.
"I think if he came face-to-face with someone the size of you, he could literally have a heart attack ..."
"And when he touches you ... you like it?"
Elizabeth smiled. "You know, before ... we had some trouble understanding each other ... Now, my boobs have become hyper-sensitive, sometimes he just jiggles me around, gets a big fat tit bouncing the right way, and ... "
"And ...?"
"Well, I like it, almost to the point of having an orgasm."
"I see ...” In fact, Lisa didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand, because no man had ever touched her like that. She looked off into the distance, lost in the sparse lights of the houses in the dark fields.
"It's cool, maybe I should go back inside."
The two said good night to each other warmly, three kisses cheek to cheek, leaning forward. Then Lisa went back into the house.
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