Maybe next time
By Justal 
What had been large, firm breasts now were enormous tits that stuck out 18" from her chest


(MF, Breast/Penis Growth, Cons, Mast, Trans, Odd Goings-on...)


Brad and Lori were running late for work that Monday morning.  After
another fun-filled weekend of sex together, they had taken a little
too long for that extra quickie after breakfast.

Brad, an ex-highschool football player, looked over at Lori as he
turned his Mustang GT from northbound 494 onto the 394 onramp heading
towards downtown Minneapolis.  He felt his 10" cock start to become
rigid again as he glanced at Lori's 38EE figure in the passenger seat.

He and Lori had met in high school when he was a senior and she was a
junior member of the B cheerleader squad.  Brad had noticed her right
away as easily the most amply endowed girl in the school with breasts
almost as big as the pompoms she carried.

Lori was attracted immediately to Brad, or rather, to the huge bulge in
his jockstrap.  She was in his pants before the end of their first date,
enthralled by the way Brads huge cock filled her mouth and pussy.  They
quickly grew serious about each other and has been living together for
the past 4 years since she had graduated from high school.

Brad looked at the clock on the dash and saw that they had less than
15 minutes for him to get to his job as salesman at the Ford dealership
on the 394 strip. Then Lori would take the Mustang south to her job as
waitress at Hooters in the MegaMall in Bloomington.  It was going to 
be tight and Brad hoped the freeway traffic was moving well this 
morning.  Lori was lost in the song on KS95 radio, "Cream" by the local 
Minnetonka artist that used to go by the name Prince.

Brad was not paying close attention as he merged onto the freeway, and
did not notice that the traffic ahead of him was moving barely at a 
crawl.  He scarcely had time to apply his brakes in a split-second reflex
action as the Mustang plowed into the back of the semi-trailer truck
ahead of him.  

Luckily for Brad and Lori, the airbags deployed and they had escaped
serious injury.  Brad was barely conscious as he noticed that the impact
had forced open the back doors of the semi-trailer and two drums had
dropped onto the hood of the Mustang, breaking the windshield.  The
lids popped off the drums and gallons of liquid were pouring into the
passenger compartment of the Mustang through the broken windshield.
The last thing Brad remembered was the labels on the lids of the open
containers warning "Caution - Extreme Biohazard.  Handle with care, do
not allow to come into contact with skin, do not breathe fumes."

The HAZOP squad from the local fire department and the EPA had arrived
quickly and quarantined the scene.  Removing Brad and Lori from the car 
would take a little more time than normal, as the chemical spill 
specialists suited up and a large plastic bubble was erected around the 
accident scene.  Brad and Lori were almost completely covered with the 
spilled liquid for 45 minutes until it was possible to safely remove 
them from the wreckage.  A frantic call was placed to the owner of the
truck as the MSDS sheets on the drivers shipping manifest were unusually
vague as to the normal precautions and physical reactivity to the drum
contents.  A worried-looking bioengineer from BIOTech Research showed
up at the scene just as the pair were removed from the heavily damaged
car.

*********

Brad and Lori both woke up in the hospital room, lying on separate beds
and clothed in the typical hospital gowns.  They looked at each other
and around the room, which definitely was not a typical hospital room.
This room looked more like a fancy hotel room with hospital beds.  All
the normal hospital equipment was well hidden and encased in panels 
lining the oak-paneled walls of the room.  There were several cameras
mounted near the ceiling at various locations around the room and Brad
could hear one of them pan and zoom on them as they both sat up in their
beds.

There were three doors in the room and one of them opened.  An authoritative
female figure wearing a doctors smock and skirt entered the room.  Her
nametag said "Dr. Pamela Harper, M.D., PhD - BIOTech Research, DNA
Division."

"Brad and Lori," said the doctor, "Good to see you both up and looking 
so well."

"Doctor, where are we and why are we here?"  asked Lori, "The last thing
I remember was being in our car on the freeway."

"First," explained the doctor, "Please call me Pam, we have no formalities
here."

"You are both the guests of BIOTech Corporation," she continued, " At our
research center in Maple Grove.  After the automobile accident, it was
decided that coming here was the best choice for your recovery as the
more traditional hospital facilities would not be able to react properly
for treatment of possible, Ah.., symptoms after your exposure to the
hazardous waste being carried on the truck you hit." 

"What symptoms?" asked Brad.

"We'll talk more about that later", said Pam. "First let me explain a 
little about the accommodations.  "The bathroom is over there... " as
she gestured towards another door. "And you likely have noticed the
cameras, which are there only for your protection I assure you." 

"Meals will be brought in to you and we will be providing a special 
diet to avoid any unpleasant reactions with anything that could effect
you negatively during your recovery and treatment."

"Right now, however, the best thing for you is sleep." said Pam as she
took out a vial of pills and gave two to each of them. "Please take 
these with the water on your side tables."

Brad and Lori did as they were instructed.

"These will take hold quickly, so I should explain one last thing
further."  said the doctor, "During your sleep you may experience some
unusual and erotic dreams.  Do not be concerned, they are normal after
the type of trauma you have been exposed to.  You may actually find them
to be quite pleasurable, so enjoy them."

With that the doctor turned and left the room.  Brad and Lori soon felt
very sleepy.  As they dozed off, Brad noticed his cock was hard as if
ready for action and Lori felt her breasts were full and her nipples
erect - although neither of them felt the least bit sexually aroused.

********

During the night both Brad and Lori had experienced vivid sexually
explicit dreams.  It was as if someone had probed their minds to find
their most exotic fetish and made it come to life.

Brad dreamed that his penis had grown to astronomical proportions, over
5'long and 16" across with balls the size of beachballs.  And when he
came, it was in gallons and lasted for what seemed like 5 minutes.  This
pleased Brad as he never was satisfied, even with his current 10" cock,
and desired to have the largest cock in the world.

Lori had drifted off and immediately began dreaming that her already
large breasts were enlarging to record-breaking size.  They expanded to
the point where the nipples touched her toes with dinner-plate sized
aureole and 4" long nipples.  At the same time her pussy slit, lips and
clit grew to elephantine accommodating proportions.  Lori smiled in her
sleep to know that she had the biggest tits and pussy in the world and
could pleasure and accommodate even the biggest most well-hung stud
imaginable.

********

Waking up in the morning, Lori and Brad ate the breakfast waiting for
them.  They ate quietly and made no mention of their dreams from the
previous night.  But Brad's incessant erection and Lori's full and
sensitive breast sensations continued.  Both Brad and Lori also noticed
an itch on their stomachs and around their genitals that they discretely
scratched from time to time.

After breakfast, they both showered and freshened up.  Brad was 
increasingly concerned that his erection was still throbbing firm, but
seemed somehow not as large and full as normal.  The itch on his
stomach and around his balls appeared to be related to a light growth
of fuzz on areas normally smooth and bald.  Brad assumed that the itch
and fuzz were just dry skin resulting from his soaking in the chemical
the day before.

Lori looked at herself naked in the full length mirror.  Her full breasts
and extremely erect nipples almost glowed this morning.  She could feel
goosebumps running from under her breasts down to her pussy and thighs
as she ran her hands across her stomach.  She also noticed that her 
aureola were pleasantly toned and the veins running from her nipples up 
her breasts were engorged and the aureole itself covered with the same 
bumps she usually got when she was highly sexually aroused.  It was 
unusual that she did not feel particularly horny, however.

********

Brad and Lori had dressed in new hospital gowns and just sat down on
the sofa to watch Good Morning America when the doctor walked in.

"Good morning", greeted Pam, "I trust you slept well."

"Today we are going to discuss a little further about your exposure to
the chemicals and what to expect in your symptoms and recovery."

"Doctor," said Brad sternly, "Why are we still being kept here.  We both
feel just fine and want to go home."

"Brad, and please call me Pam, we need to keep you under observation 
until we are certain that any effect of the exposure have passed.  Even
though you believe you are fine, let me assure you that you are not -
based on the examinations we did when you first came here, and based on
the results of the monitors in this room."

"How long will we be here?" asked Lori.

"At least a week, or longer, depending..." answered Pam, "It really is
difficult to tell exactly.  Please have patience.  We have contacted
both your employers and family and explained the situation. You may be
able to have visitors soon."

"But now," Pam continued, "I'm afraid that I will have to ask you to
again take a sleeping pill.  Total rest is still the best way to allow
the chemicals to work their way out of your system."

"First, however, I would like to explain a little more about some 
symptoms you may experience.  Normally the first is the erotic dreams
that you may have already experienced.  We have already noted that you
both have the symptoms of sexual arousal, but likely have no sex drive.
Believe me, that will change.  You may find fine hair starting to grow
in various areas of your bodies, and males often find the hair on their
heads thinning - females find theirs growing at a rapid rate.  If you
feel the urge to masturbate, please do so.  But there should be no
sexual contact between either of you for now, that is very important!"

With that Pam gave them both sleeping pills and watched them drift off
to sleep.

That day and night, for most of the next 24 hours, Brad and Lori slept.
Reruns of the same erotic dreams for both of them filled their heads.
 
********

Early the next morning, Lori woke up first in a sweat after the latest
episode in her dreams.  She felt super-horny.  Heeding the doctors
warning, she crept into the bathroom in spite of a drastic craving to
plunge Brad's huge cock between her legs.

She sleepily started the shower and took off the hospital gown, hanging
it on the hook behind the door.  Catching a glimpse of herself in the
full length mirror brought a gasp of surprise to her lips.

During the night, she had changed.  Her normally EE sized breasts now
hung down to below her navel.  What had been large, firm breasts now
were enormous tits that stuck out 18" from her chest, capped with
heavily veined aureole and thumb size nipples.

Lori was very aroused and could feel the liquid release between her 
legs.  Having to pull her breasts apart for a better look, she was
shocked to find a mat of blond hair over her entire stomach - running
from below her breasts, to surround her snatch and halfway down her
thighs.

Her pussy lips were much more pronounced and hung down at least 2" on
both sides.  She parted the lips to find a firm clit the size of her
thumb, rubbing it caused shudders of excitement to course through her
body and her pussy relaxed and puffed up into an aroused state.

Her slit opened up and, holy cow, it must have been twice as long as
previously - over 6".  Lori noticed a part in the hair on her stomach
that ran all the way from her pussy to between her pendulous breasts.
Between the part the skin was dark red, like a sunburned scar.  Running
her fingers up and down the part brought tides of slippery liquid from
between her thighs and she moaned in pleasure.

Lori stuck first one finger, then three, then her entire hand up her
weeping love canal.  The feeling was fantastic.  She balled her hand
into a fist and plunged it in and out, in and out...barely touching
the sides of her vagina and not being able to reach her cervix.

Coming to a series of orgasms and leaving a large pool of cunt juice 
on the floor, Lori took her shower.  Putting her gown back on, she 
quietly returned to bed - quite spent - and went back to sleep.

Lori's getting back into bed woke Brad up.  His sheets were soaked
with cum after a night of sexual adventure.  He got up and went into
the bathroom.  As he pulled out his cock to take a leak, he was
thankful that it was flaccid in his hand.  Shaking himself off, he
flushed the toilet and removed his gown - dropping it on the floor.

Brad stepped in and started the shower, with the first cold wave 
hitting him like a shock.  Damn, he thought as he almost immediately
got hard again.  "Now I'll have to work off this boner" Brad said
aloud to no-one in particular.

Reaching down, he placed his hand completely around his shaft.  That
shouldn't be, thought Brad.  He opened his eyes and looked down.  In
his hand was an erect penis that was less than 1/2 the size and 
girth of the one he went to bed with.  Erect it was slightly smaller
than he had been limp before.

He also noticed that the fuzz from yesterday had now sprouted into a
coarse mat of pubic-like hair that ran from his crotch to his chest,
and down his legs to his knees.

Something else felt funny, too, as he lifted his cock and looked at
his grapefruit sized balls.  Hey!  His balls were now 2 to 3 times the
size from yesterday, and now hung down halfway to his knees.  It was as
if what he had lost in cock, he now more than made up in balls.

Maybe the diminished penis size was only temporary.  If his penis were to
start regrowing and catch up proportionally with his new balls, his
cock would be absolutely huge!

With that thought arousing his desire, Brad soaped up his cock and
balls and started pumping for all he was worth.  After a few minutes,
Brad came for what seemed an eternity.  He shot cum out his cock, 
hitting the far wall of the shower 5' away.

Brad then started soaping up his hair to finish his shower.  As he did
he discovered with a shock that hair was coming out of his head by the
fistful!  Finishing up in a panic, Brad got out of the shower to 
towel off.  Looking in the mirror, Brad saw that he was now entirely
hairless over his entire body - except for the thick mat of pubic hair
that ran from his chest to his knees.

Brad also saw that his head appeared to be more conical in shape and
it looked like he was developing a double chin.  The muscle tone on
his chest and arms was now more rounded, but there were thick veins
of muscle running along his back, neck, chest and arms.

In the middle of his forehead there was a 3" long dark red mark like
a gash that had scared over.  Maybe he had hit his head on the car
during the accident, but why had he not noticed it before.  Brad felt
short of breath and faint, so he hurried back to bed and immediately
fell asleep.

A few minutes later the doctor entered the room, and pulled back the
sheets on both of them.  "So, it has begun and is progressing nicely."
Pam smiled as she gave them both injections to help them sleep.

That night they both slept soundly, with none of the strange dreams of
the last few nights.

********

The next morning, Pam entered the room and gave both of them a shot of
vitamins and something to counteract the relaxant drugs in their system.

After a few minutes, Brad and Lori awoke and lay in their beds, almost
unable to move.  Brad could barely talk and still felt entirely out of
breath.

"I feel fantastic" Lori answered, "Hornier than hell!"

"Do either of you feel hungry?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, but not for food." came the almost simultaneous from both of them.

"Well," said Pam, "before we discuss nutrition, let's see how you are
doing with the after effects of the chemical."

Pam removed the covers from Lori's bed, then reached under her back to
untie the gown.  She got it off, but it was quite a task, as she removed
the gown to unveil the biggest tits in the world.

"Stay laying down, Lori." said Pam, "You will have to learn to sit and
walk all over again with those honeys."

Pam helped Lori to her feet.  Lori's breasts were every bit as large
as the ones she imagined in her dreams.  They stuck out 36" from her
chest and hovered barely above her feet.  In her excitement, Lori's
nipples hardened and were now pressing against the floor, each as big
as Brad's 10" cock.  Her aurola were now as large as trashcan lids and
covered with 1" thick dark purple veins.  They were indeed magnificent.

"Let's have a look down here, shall we?" asked Pam as she parted the
breasts to have a look at Lori's pussy.

"Omigosh...", shrieked Lori at the sight she saw.

Her pussy now extended from just above her asshole and ended slightly
below her breasts.  Her pussy lips were hanging 6" down and the opening
was over 20" long.  The blond fuzz had grown to a glorious tangled mass 
of pussy hair that covered her front and sides from breasts to knees.

The doctor took a small flashlight and pulled apart the enormous pussy
lips and reached inside with her hand.  Reaching to her shoulder, she
could not touch the bottom of Lori's humongous snatch.

Just the touch of the doctors arm was enough to set off Lori into 
orgasmic convulsions, dumping gallons of fluid onto the floor from
her pussy and mixed with milk dripping from her nipples.

Lori looked back and saw that her blond hair now trailed all the way
down and was dragging on the floor.

"Now I need to do an oral exam," said Pam as she took out a tongue
depresser, "Say ahh..."

Lori stuck out her tongue.  It rolled out of her mouth, unwinding to
a length of over 12".  It then unfurled 8" wide and was covered with
thousands of tiny "suction cups".

"Just excellent", said the doctor as Pam retracted her tongue. "Please
sit down."

Lori did as she was told as Pam turned her attention to Brad, still
covered head to toe by his sheet.  Brad had scarcely heard what had
transpired and was trying to find out why he could not breathe and
could barely speak.  And he was having trouble opening his eyes, although
he could "see".

Lori gasped As Brad's sheet and gown were removed.  Pam helped Brad
onto his feet.

What Pam and Lori saw standing before them was no longer completely
recognizable as Brad, but was now a 6'2" cock and balls with legs and
arms.

"What's the matter?" came the question barely audible from the slit at
the tip of the cock's head.  Brad turned and looked in the wall mirror.
Actually, Brad no longer had a nose, eyes or mouth as a normal person.
He could breath and speak slightly with his cock slit.  And it was if
he could mentally visualize everything around him in his mind, which
gave him more vivid images that he had ever seen with his eyes.

As a cock, Brad was perfect.  Circumcised with graceful mons and glans.
His balls were over 3' diameter each and completely filled the space
between his former waist and feet.  His legs were a bit shorter, but
he could move slowly.

When Lori stood up, a generous gush of precum dribbled out Brad's lips
and down the cock.  He scooped a handful of it and presented it to
Lori, who stuck out her long tongue and suctioned it off his hand with a
shudder.

Lori laid on her back on the carpet, parted her breasts and opened her
dripping monster pussy.  Brad did not have to he asked twice as he
plunged his head into her pussy and dove for the bottom. With his hands
he could reach Lori's cock-sized nipples and wrap one hand around each, 
squeezing and pulling.

The both came over and over for hours on end, barely tiring until
night time.  Only to awake and continue the orgy again.

You see, Brad and Lori were made for each other, always had been.  Brad
was a walking cock and Lori was always there to satisfy both their needs.

*******

Pam closed the door and walked down the long hallway with rooms lining
both sides.  Moans and groans of sexual ecstasy filled the air.

The rooms were filled with people, the result of experiments gone awry.
All of these people were volunteers, carefully screened and selected.
Brad and Lori were an accident, their transformations caused by being
doused in the remains of the latest failed DNA formula.  If not for
Brad's careless driving, the two drums of chemicals would have been
safely incinerated several days ago.

Brad and Lori also received much more of the chemical than had ever
been administered to anyone previously.  Normally given in small
injections, carefully controlled, a few cc's at a time.  Brad and
Lori absorbed many times that through their skin and by breathing 
the evaporating chemicals.

Through normal channels, ads in the Minneapolis Tribune and St. Paul
Dispatch - and recruiting on the University of Minnesota campus
nearby - there was always a steady stream of willing volunteers at
the prescreenings.

Brad and Lori would have failed the initial interviews immediately.
Brad was too well-hung and Lori too amply endowed to be chose for
the experiments.

Volunteers were normally screened first for the size of their sexual
organs.  Men were limited to a maximum size of 6" erect or under.
Women to a bust size of B cup, preferably A or AA cup; and vaginal
size was a consideration as well - the smaller and tighter the 
better.

After the initial screening, both men and women were given psychological
testing to determine if they had strong fetish or sexual desires of
any kind.  Brad and Lori would have failed these as well.

The final test was for hormonal balance, men for testosterone and women
for estrogen.  Too high a level for either was instant disqualification.

What the lab was looking for were Mr. and Ms. Average, either single
or married.  The final number of recruits was a select few, and even
fewer married couples made the final cut.

Making the final cut, the purpose of the experimentation was explained
to the chosen few: To develop a formula to perfect body proportion
and sexual desire and desirability, and reverse the declining fertility
and increasing divorce rates in the U.S. population.  To take preselected 
or married couples and make them such perfect mates for each other, they 
would never desire another person again.

It was a lofty goal, and so far largely an unsuccessful one.  For while
the results so far had created couples perfectly matched for each other,
none of the couples would be considered normal in society.  And the
resulting sexual drives of the test couples was insatiable.  So much so
that anything else, even food, became unimportant.

The experiments were carefully orchestrated.  Single people were paired 
according to common desires in mates, married people remained together.
Couples were allowed to spend time together becoming acquainted or
renewing themselves for several days in their private rooms.  Couples
were then separated and given individualized lessons on mediation and
yoga.  Seeking peace within themselves and their mates was the ultimate
goal.  These lessons lasted for a week or more, until the psychologists
on staff felt that the couples were ready.

The day finally came when the couples were reunited.  Facing each other,
naked, in special chairs that allowed them to assume the lotus position
and touch the fingertips of both hands.

A mindprobe was attached to both, to monitor and track thought patterns
to as pure a level as possible.  The DNA formula was administered by a
drip a few cc at a time over a several hour time period.  Afterwards the
couples were returned to their rooms to sleep and allow the transformation
to take place.

As the chemicals coursed through their systems, it adapted itself to the
individuals deepest thoughts, personal feelings and desires.  Through
the yoga and meditation, the true feelings of the mate should also be 
passed to the other to blend the results and create an ideal final match.

Well, so much for theory.  It just had not worked out that well so far,
although Pam believed that they were getting closer.

It seems that, for all the careful prescreening and tests, all individuals
harbor subconscious fetishes that remain hidden until the DNA formula
pulls them out and uses them to shape the transformations.

Unfortunately for Brad and Lori, Pam now had the opportunity to see how far 
the formula could go if uncontrolled.

The obituaries in the Minneapolis paper would read that they both died of
injuries suffered in the car accident.  The BIOTech Corporate would have
to care for them the rest of their lives or until a reversing formula
could be found, if ever.

********

Pam continued down the hall on her rounds and entered room 5.  Mr. and
Mrs. Iverston, read the tag on the door.  One of the first married couples,
John and Mary's transformation had deeply troubled Pam.

Walking into the room, the couple were on the bed in the heat of desire.
The couple ignored Pam, they all did after a while - she was just a minor
annoyance in their life of orgy.

Mary was lying on her back on the bed.  Her previously AA sized breasts
were each as large as a beanbag, only her nipples were normal size - all
six on each breast!  John was a sight to behold himself with two 12"
cocks and four baseball sized balls between his legs. And where a normal
person had hands, John had a huge cock on the end of each arm.

They were going at it in the normal position.  John had his two cocks
buried in Mary's pussy and ass, and one "hand" between Mary's gigantic
breasts and the other halfway down her throat.

For during the programming with the DNA injection, John had released a
thought of huge breasts with an even dozen nipples to lick and suck.  And
Mary was thinking of being fucked by 4 men with enormous cocks.  Pam
marveled at the power of the human mind.

Going to the next room, Pam looked in on Sam and Agnes.  They were both
painfully shy college students coming into the clinic and appeared to
be perfectly matched.  They were!  For now Pam had difficulty telling
them apart as both had developed into twin nymphomaniac hermaphrodites each
sporting 75" busts with breasts the size of firm volleyballs, wasp thin
waists, long shocking red hair and 15" cocks and orange size balls.  Life
for them now was a continuous 69, pussy plunge or tit sandwich.

Coming to the final occupied room, and the latest experimental couple,
was Paul and Sue Johnson.  They were the most successful couple yet.
Paul was originally a 5'10" very normal 35 year old husband with a normal
6" cock and would be considered very normal looking.  Sue was 5'6" 
typical housewife of 32 with ordinary B sized breasts and a small firm
pussy, having never borne children.

Pam had high hopes for this couple, Mr. and Mrs. Average.  Boy would she
be surprised.  As Pam entered the room she saw a female and male with
the bodies of Mr. and Ms. Ventura beach bodybuilders.  The female had
muscles everywhere and a pair of muscular 60" soccerball sized breasts
with normal sized aurolea and firm pinkie sized nipples.  The male had
a body by Jake and a 16" penis with baseball sized balls.  The two would
pose and flex for one another and then ravage each other into a sexual
froth.  Success at last, thought Pam originally.  Unfortunately, the
screening had failed to determine that Sue was a tomboy at heart and 
that Paul was a closet crossdresser.  So now, Paul was Sue and Sue was...
well, you get the picture.

********

Closing the door, Pam walked down the hallway considering all the options
that lay ahead and experiments yet to do.  They were working on a revised
formula that showed more promise for control of subconscious thoughts.
Meanwhile, Pam and her staff continued to work on reversing formulas for
the couples so far.  Her only concern was to whether any of the couples
now actually wanted to reverse themselves back.

Maybe next time it will work, Pam thought.  Maybe next time...

********
Justal 


