They say that if Scientists knew everything we would stop.
I think about half of us would, we’d loose the joy of discovery and turn to something more creative or altruistic. The other half of us would find ways to convince the world we were still useful and turn into snake-oil salesmen, peddling our knowledge for cash.
The world needs both types – men and women who are in it for discovery and those who are in it for themselves. I still can’t work out which I am.
I love helping people - I love ‘being’ the motherly figure people rely on. I feed, I nourish, I nurture people around me and I can’t stand not being the centre of attention. Does that make me the first - a selfless woman giving her life up for noble causes? Or was I creating a demand I can then swoop in to fill? Is that science or good market economics?
It’s Incredible…
Part Five
A novella by Sobtac 2025 In October I began to notice I was having trouble fitting through doors.
It became incredibly distracting. I had to approach them with caution, my panicking mind calculating my angle of approach and guessing the momentum that would cause me the least discomfort if my tit impacted on the frame. Coping with sore boobs because they were clogged with milk was one thing but unnecessary impact bruises because you can’t make your way from one room to another without slamming the edge of your tit into a doorframe is something else.
It only happened a few times but that was all it took for me to become incredibly self-aware of just how much room my body was now taking up.
I still had at least 10 cm clearance either side of each tit to the hinge but that’s not a lot when your judging movement over a foot ahead of your own torso, with perspective blocked by your own gaping cleavage.
Over the coming weeks I adopted a method of guiding one side in ahead of me, approaching at an angle and naturally twisting around so that I entered rooms moving backwards into them. It never went into any of my reports but I know the staff were watching with bemusement as I adopted this silly little ballerina dance routing just to avoid ever getting stuck in public spaces.
I was… distracted. I didn’t pay enough attention to the larger study outside my own two massive personal priorities. Jessica’s cortisol results were off the record.
We should have been monitoring her stress hormones. We had been reporting on it but nobody specifically called out or worried about her adrenal glands as operating outside of tolerable boundaries. I would have remarked on it if I hadn’t been so focused on myself at this point. I should have noticed it earlier.
Infusion four was, for me, a great success. It didn’t slow my ongoing mammary growth journey, but it didn’t enhance my growth rate either. It strengthened my muscles, power charged my stamina and brain functions, re-enforced my bone density and refined my turbo-charged immune system.
I would live longer and healthier than almost anyone else on the planet. Just with freakishly large tits.
My eyesight was sharper than ever before, I could hear a pin drop in the next room, my sense of smell more precise than a bloodhound and my sense of touch keener than ever before. Intimate self-exploration turned from an occasional dalliance to a regular necessity to work out built-up tension.
My boobs were more sensitive than ever before - hand expression was becoming harder the larger I grew but it was also my preferred option if I had time to myself. I was more massive than ever – each of my breasts a ponderous dirigible that wobbled its presence into any rooms ahead of me.
When I gave my big presentation to the board each bra cup was designed to encompass a mass 30 cm across, essentially each orb was a square foot of breast flesh. Each morning I would heft and jiggle them into position within increasingly elaborate bras, my expansion of the lift and swoop technique most bigger ladies adopt to get a comfortable fit. But as we progressed through August and into September I continued to swell.
A Z cup is 32 cm across and I re-measured at closer to 35 – and the world’s first ZD bra was commissioned. A titanic garment designed to enclose each breast occupying the same volume as 10 litres of water – but when we measured them we found my dirigibles had disappointingly smaller combined weight of 17 kg of weight.
I was sad at first – I thought I’d be sporting a pair of 10 kg boobs – but they were sagging and stretching with the weight and their natural teardrop shapes compressed as my heavy-duty new bra lifted them up into my chest.
Probably my back muscles weren’t sad to be spared carrying that weight for a few months. I could tell that the medicine was working on me – I might not be putting on muscle density as fast as the other two but boy could my shoulders tell they were stronger than before.
Arms on the other hand were different. A 30 cm wide boob is comfortable to hold. Yes – it’ll dwarf your hands but there’s plenty of soft flesh to squeeze and jiggle. In the privacy of my own room I walked around hugging myself, feeling the comfort of my upper body nestle into the crux of my arms.
As I approached 40 cm across they became harder to hold, more awkward to lift – the difficulty getting purchase beneath them more problematic than the weight. My arms were thin but powerful yet I approached the point I had to accept I wouldn’t be able to squeeze and jostle them as much as I wanted to. My burdensome flesh would overhang my fingers, it would feel tough and heavy and difficult to lift no matter how strong I felt. I had to reach ‘around myself’ to get at the nipples and even then there was resistance, flesh pushing against flesh, as my sensitive skin tried to slip away out of my reach.
Those were my private frustrations.
In public I had to abandon the concept of resting my breasts on the dinner table whilst dining with the others – purely because they hung too low on my chest to get a reasonable hold. As a result reaching down and lifting them up onto the table was nearly an impossible ask. If I did force myself to prize them upwards, they pushed upwards towards on my face and started to impede my vision. That was getting less and less comfortable each day.
It was just easier to accept the weight on my lap and sit well back from the table – using my own chest as a tray support. Doug would sit opposite and try very hard not to watch me scoop food out of my cleavage as we discussed whatever inane thing we fancied over dinner.
Jessica was slowly catching up to him and looking smugger than ever about it.
TS003 th
October 5 : Study Month 4
Cee Cee looks tiny now.
Every bit of her is small and cute except her far breasts which probably weigh half as much as
she does. I can’t imagine how is her back coping as she lugs those two fat pendulums around
all day? She must be stronger than the average woman.
Not as strong as me though. Soon I’ll be able to offer to carry her around – she won’t want
Doug’s fat fingers all over her sensitive bits, she’ll need someone artful like me whose both
capable of taking the weight off her back and giving her the proper sensitive treatment she
deserves.
Her head is eye level with Doug’s crotch – but she’s still just below boob height for me.
If I grow another foot upwards her head would be the perfect height to eat me out whilst I’m
standing! All of us were getting sexually frustrated.
We had all this extra sensitive flesh, all these enhanced erogenous zones, all this pent-up energy and no opportunities for physical intimacy with anyone.
Is it any wonder we snapped?
After the fourth infusion Jessica and I convinced Doug to join us in mutual oral foreplay.
Trevor kept from us both - that Doug had been given a top-up growth injection as well. He later justified this by explaining my role was to oversee ‘female reproductive biochemistry’ and thus I had no remit to access Doug’s health records. So, whilst Jessica’s private diary was kept from me, I had access to every other test or vital statistic the team recorded for both of us.
If I had seen her diary I might have raised the alarm earlier.
I didn’t though – so I went along with the horny minx’s plan.
We just relaxed into our roles in the study and enjoyed the mutual pleasure we could get from each other once she had broken the ice.
Following the meandering nature of this interview – we provided
the logbook entries for TS001, 002 and 003 when Dr Cooper
discussed her partners on day 2 of this interview.
We discussed attempting to direct Dr Cooper to provide events in
a strictly chronological order however psychological analysis
indicated she would be far more co-operative and informative if
allowed to dictate her story at her own pace.
Consequently we have attached supplementary material as and where
it seemed relevant to Dr Cooper’s interview. – using the order of
her recollections as a guide.
In addition we provide the facility report from the compound
personnel responsible for the test subject’s wellbeing below. If
its authenticity is to be believed it provides additional insight
into the state of the test subjects beyond Dr Cooper’s own
recollections.
Facility Report
October 21 st : Study Month 4
As of 5 pm TS0001, 002 and 003 have embarked on mutual oral intercourse in the canteen,
before proceeding to further fornicate in the spa area. We monitored them but did not
intervene as both TS001 and TS002 seemed fully cognizant – albeit unhappy about - the
restrictions upon them for the sake of the trial.
Predictably TS003 showed no interest in penetration so whilst she is less reliable to follow
instructions at this stage she presents less overall risk of an unplanned pregnancy.
TS003 initiated the session but psychological observations show she was purely looking for
pleasure from the mouths and hands of the other test subjects - or for something to play with
for her own amusement.
Whilst she did handle the genitals of TS001 with her hands she kept him well away from her
body at all times - save for a brief period where she consented to place the head of his penis
in her mouth.
In my personal opinion this was more an act of domination than foreplay.
In contrast she was only too eager to force herself on to or be smothered beneath TS002
who, predictably, mostly focused on her breasts. TS002’s obsession remains unchanged and
she prioritised both providing, and receiving, pleasure via mammary stimulation.
At one point she reclined on an armless spa deck chair – pushing her breasts to either side of
her so the other two test subjects could kneel before her cradling one tit each. Over twenty
minutes TS001 and TS003 drank from her breasts whilst she relaxed into their constant
ministrations.
The two larger test subjects obliged willingly – stimulating their assigned mammary both by
hand and with their mouths.
Once this was over TS003 departed to her quarters whilst TS001 and TS002 remained
together past midnight. Monitors suggest whilst they continued soft play and oral simulation
there is no risk of an unplanned pregnancy at this stage.
Jessica initiated our intimacy because she wanted sexual relief. But it was Doug and I who benefited the most.
The morning after our evening of mutual pleasure Doug emerged from my bedroom, returned to his quarters and slept the sleep of the just. He was woken by me rousing to find my milk pumps almost exactly four hours after we had drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Or rather, he engulfed me within his giant bear hug whilst my breasts squashed and parted to permit him close to my body.
I’d reached a size where there was no chance of me ever hugging another human facing straight on. As I struggled to reach my arms fully around my own breasts they now formed a physical barrier between me and anyone or anything else.
We adapted. With my arms locked by my side I could engulf him with my larger than average soft flesh instead, or I could turn away from him and be the small spoon whilst he wrapped his big arms around my body.
Whilst my own meagre hands could barely hope to caress the full length of my tits he was large enough to cradle both me and my distant nipples at the same time. It was heavenly.
So I held back moving for as long as I could, eventually struggling out of his grip to retrieve my pumps before sunlight, grimacing as my painfully engorged breasts dribbled milk across the bedroom floor.
I should have asked him to squeeze me, to stay in his arms longer and let him massage the pain away, but this was still new to us. My routine was locked in – four hours between pumps. When he awoke and realised I was engaged in personal maintenance he made his apologies and shuffled back to his room to give me privacy.
I wish I’d explained I needed no privacy. I’d missed feeling like this and I wanted as much as I could take.
That month I had spent self-administering my milk expression had been strange. It had given me plenty of physical sensations, a deep personal understanding of my body, but no intimacy.
That night everything changed. It was just the start but I had partaken in so many new experiences.
Massaging Jessica’s back whilst she assaulted Doug’s erection with both hands…
Opening my mouth to try and squeeze his smaller head between my lips and sucking down until I choked – with less than ten percent of his length inside my mouth.
Mashing Jessica’s head between my boobs, each significantly larger than her face, whilst she motorboated me.
Having Doug’s tongue do wonderful things to my nether regions.
Falling asleep enclosed between his powerful arms…
I wanted more.
So, whilst Jessica seemed entirely satisfied with what happened and didn’t approach either of us for ‘mutual pleasure’ for another week – I lasted less than 48 hours before I went straight back to Doug for more.
I put on light makeup, a tiny exercise more for its ritualistic satisfaction than because I needed it, and critically examined myself in the mirror before I went over.
I had a particularly strong ‘look’ back then.
On top, above and around my sharp eyes, I had bright red hair that ran down almost to the floor behind me. I'd decided I had the time to properly tend it so why not indulge and let it grow out.
My skin was clear save for the blush lightly applied to my cheeks, my nose was sharp and perfectly sized to complement my full lips. My chin was sculpted into a thin and elegant neck on my thin shoulders.
Then … My cleavage started at my collar bone and ran down, down, down past my belly button and all the way to my hips. My breasts pushed lightly against each other to form a neat vertical chasm of cleavage down the centre and flare forwards and sideways wildly as your eyes traced down their distended bulk.
For one final time I decided to don my old bikini top – the one I had worn the day in the pool after my presentation. It was over a dozen sizes too small but I didn’t care. It cupped my nipples – two prominent bulges all too apparent poking into the fabric - and squished the flesh into some distorted semblance of shape.
I had to work hard to stuff my tits into the oh so tight sling. They grasped and pulled at my heavy skin, the weight of each boob fighting for space and bulging up, down and around the scant clothing. I gorged in the view – satisfied that as long as my nipples were ‘technically’ covered I felt fine walking the corridors.
Not that the facility manager would have complained if I had walked around topless. I’d seen him staring more and more with each passing week.
The undersides of my boobs were now level with my hips. Wearing a full bra I had lift and support – they pulled my torpedoes up and pushed them out ahead of me but there was no fighting gravity. Without a bra I no longer had a torso. It was completely hidden! From the front I was 100% two enormous breasts from collar bone to waist.
And Doug adored me.
That annoying little bikini top was just for the corridors and the public space. Just in case I passed Jessica on the way to his room and she had questions. It gave me the excuse to be able to say ‘off for a swim’ rather than ‘off to get my nipples sucked and see if he wants jacking off’.
Once I was within his arms it didn’t last two minutes before he freed me from its confines, dropped it to the floor and let my beasts be free. TS001 nd
October 22 : Study Month 4
Allie Is amazing.
She’s so short – but her breasts so big that if she stands with them gently pushing against my
thighs the tip of my dick only just reaches her lips.
If she wants to deep throat me – well, as deep as she’s capable given just how big I am, she
has to forcefully push against her own flesh to reach me.
But, if I reach down and wrap my hands around her to lift her up, they are wide enough to
engulf my whole torso. If she uses her hands to part them and let me in I can get as close to
her as anyone I’ve ever loved.
As big and monstrous as I am now, in didn’t think I’d find something up to the task of making
me feel comforted.
I’m regretting taking that additional injection. I don’t think I’ve grown yet but my body is on fire
– gearing up for something big.
I haven’t slept in two days. Since the bliss I had with her two nights ago I haven’t needed it.
My muscles are tensing up ready to burn.
I’m horny all the time.
I need her more than ever!
The size difference we have now is obscene but in a way kind of beautiful. She’s short but
she’s perfect in everything.
If I start to grow again it may just ruin this…
Now I know two women who are actually capable of getting their hands around this thing I
don’t want to grow too big for her mouth!
TS002 nd
October 22 : Study Month 4
Visiting Doug may become a regular thing.
Given we are potentially starting a new generation of humans it’s important to see how
compatible we are. If the future men and women we are developing are at risk of a lifetime of
sexual frustration we need to pivot now so only the three of us are affected.
Last night was revealing in terms of just how much private, pent up frustration Doug has been
bottling away. The moment he got some true relief, and it was just the two of us without
Jessica self-pleasuring, it all came out.
But he’s never going to fit that monster down there inside me – and although she also
surprised us with just how willing she was to ‘play’ with the two of us she’s not going to be
doing anything like that with him any time soon.
So, putting his thick dick between my tits I can at least almost fully smoother him and bring
him to orgasm. In return his arms are long enough that I can sit in his lap and his arms can
reach around me and support my breasts from below.
My breasts no longer just touch my thighs – they smother them. With a bra to give them
some lift I can still lean back to give myself room but I need to face the inevitable problems
my growth will present.
Without a bra holding these puppies up is now a two-person job. My sideboob now extends
out so far that pushing my arms forwards past my chest squeezes my breasts inwards and
makes them project further out away from me.
I can just reach my nipples if I pull and squish flesh out the way but it will only get harder.
My hands feels so small against my mass – my breasts wobble and sway against me when I
try to move them around. They are almost too big for me to control.
His hands though are so much larger, so much stronger.
We stripped naked and found a perfect position. With both of us sat on the corner of his bed,
me on top, riding on his dick with my pussy pushed against his base whilst his length sticks
up between my breasts.
I then lean back into him whilst he wraps his arms around me and massages my boobs - both
rubbing my flesh against his rod and expressing milk out of my distant nipples.
He can hold ALL of me!
If his arms get tired I can join in – I can jostle up and down against him, rocking my pussy
against his warm cock, using my own tiny arms to squeeze my boobs together and put more
pressure on him.
But in a way it’s a delight to just let him take over.
Is he a replacement milk pump or am I a masturbatory aid?
Either way – this is the evidence of mutual compatibility I was looking for.
I had no idea he’d been given another dose.
I knew Jessica and I were both still growing but Trevor had elected to keep Doug’s re-activation as a live test subject on a strictly need to know basis. There were now effectively three sub- teams reporting to him – Doug’s original team brought back online, a spin-out dealing with Jessica that I was part of but not leading and then me leading the analysis of my own changing body.
No-one but Trevor realised the significance of one particular unique steroid that was now coursing through Doug and Jessica’s body. Their bodies but not mine.
He’d screwed with her and now he was using Doug to make a comparison.
His own private experiment that fucked over everything. TS003 th
October 26 : Study Month 4
They extended my bed last month but sleeping my feet now hang off the edges of this new
one.
I have to crouch down through the doors – and perch on the stools in the canteen.
I’ve stopped measuring progress in the gym – nothing there is a challenge anymore – I have
no limits.
Find me something Doug can’t lift and let me work up to that!
Jessica reached 8 feet tall, and then 9, in pretty quick succession. The closer she got to Doug’s height the slower she grew. And the less stress hormones found in her daily blood tests.
We should have connected the dots sooner.
She always grew – tiny, incremental amounts every day, but unlike me it wasn’t anywhere near constant.
The days following our first oral make out session she slowed, then picked up again in earnest faster than before. In the coming weeks she would randomly approach me, or Doug if she was desperate, and ask for one of us to eat her out or finger her pussy.
And every time she did this - the following days her rate of growth would slow just a bit. Her blood chemistry would change subtly before returning to normal.
It had never done that before the fourth infusion. But she hadn’t been getting frisky with her cohabitants before the fourth infusion either.
I… puzzled over it for a long while before I realised what Trevor had done months later.
She was completely oblivious to this, I think. Her body was doing what it was doing and she was enjoying the ride. Fast or slow – she was heading in the direction she wanted.
TS003 th
November 15 : Study Month 5
I need to stop sampling Cee Cee’s milk.
Every time I suck on her fat tits I feel so strong, so refreshed, so settled its addictive.
When I suggested we make ourselves available to each other I didn’t expect her to start
nursing me whenever she could. Her supply seems endless though – if I even hint or suggest
that I might be hungry she can’t wait to lift her top up and let those heavy milk tanks swing
free.
Doug drinks from the source even more than I do. I’m pretty sure the two are sleeping
together. Although we've all been warned ‘no sex’ enough times.
I’m big enough now to take him. I’ sure of it. Next month I’ll match his deadlift limit and then
keep going.
He can get fat and slow, weighed down by all of Cee Cees sweet nectar he keeps consuming.
I’m pretty sure they are doing it every day.
For me – it’s energy to burn. Not too often, just when I need a boost! We found a routine – the three of us.
Doug needed to cum and release the pent-up frustration building in his balls.
Jessica needed someone to eat her out to help her feel on top of the world.
I needed their lips around my nipples so I could nurture something other than the soulless pumps in my room.
A nice symmetry that we indulged in openly until new test subjects started arriving in January.
Then we were gently asked if we could be just a little more discrete.
Facility Report th
November 20 : Study Month 5
Test Subject 002's breasts are now so long they completely cover the sideways distance
across the canteen refractory table.
It is now not uncommon to find her sat on the bench on one side of the table whilst one of the
other two test subject kneels over the opposite bench and suckles from her teat.
Whilst there is no rule against this - I feel strongly it is not a sight we wish to welcome Test
Subjects 4 through 8 into the facility with. As such I request you discuss the need for privacy
with all three of them and advise that if their tryst continues they should do it on the privacy of
their rooms.
I have personally engaged TS001 on this and he appears both embarrassed but also smitten
with TS002. He agreed to advocate for privacy if we could make it worth his while.
Please ask the engineers how difficult would it be to commission a condom that is over a foot
in length from head to tip?
The time I spent with Doug or Jessica was time I wasn’t getting gently aggravated that my breasts were becoming more and more of a hindrance to my movement.
When I’d presented to the board they were around a third of my body weight but by the end of the year they were over half of it. Contrary to expectations - it wasn’t lifting them causing the issue. Not directly. My back muscles, my leg muscles – all of these had strengthened considerably.
It was their ponderous bulk.
Yes - get me upright and I could stand perfectly fine. I could take the weight.
However I could still feel them tugging me forwards, their mass pressing against my torso and pulling on my shoulders. I could no longer reach around them to handle anything below neck height – my underboobs (the backside of my boobs?) were spreading out sideways and brushing against my forearms as I walked.
I could push them up and tuck my arms beneath them quite happily. I had a snug route down to my pelvis to do any business required down there hidden and out of sight. Or I could reach up and rest my forearms on top of the prominent shelf of flesh, pushing my cleavage down into my lap.
Neither are great when you’re walking so I would sort of just, grip the sides of my boobs and use my arms coral them along. My bra was taking the weight, mostly, so my arms were more of a guide than a support. Something to reduce the gentle side to side sway they did as I walked.
Momentum is the enemy.
Going from stationary to moving required extra effort, particularly if I was sitting or lying down. I had handlebars installed in my bedroom so I could use my arms to help me force myself upright in the morning. I needed the extra leverage to pull myself into an upright position. Once upright I was fine but getting there when the weight was literally spilling off my ribcage was… difficult.
When moving I had to plan for increased wobble if I dared try to change direction or come to a halt. When I did stop the far edges of my flesh would continue moving as my boobs jostled to find comfortable resting positions.
The facility staff asked if I wanted a wheelchair or a mobility aid and I scoffed at them. I said all I needed was larger pumps in my room – as the ones they had provided were becoming too small and starting to chafe my nipples.
Eventually Trevor called for a one-on-one meeting and asked me directly how large Infusion 4 would take me. I told him I should max out long before my breasts made landfall. At the time I was half joking – flipping him off with a bit of misdirection because in truth I had no idea. We debated if we should schedule a fifth infusion with some inhibitors to slow my growth and I honestly would have agreed to do that if it wasn’t for Jessica.
It all started going wrong on the first week of December and poor Doug was as the centre of it.
I realised first when I went to room, eagerly pulled his shorts down, and realised I had to look up to see his dick. It was there, gently throbbing above my head, when it should have been at eye level. “You’ve grown,” I gasped, looking up at his face far above me.
He grimaced, working hard not to bang his head against the ceiling. “I was worried this would happen,” he said apologetically. I could see the problem - even though his room had ten-foot ceilings he had always brushed up against them. Now he was actively squatting to keep his head lower.
I told him to get down on the ground so we were at eye level and explain himself. I learnt that he’d been re-activated.
He said it had happened before we started going out with each other.
He called it going out! A funny choice of words – given save for a pleasant walk around the private gardens we barely ever left the building. We had also been very clear this was pleasure not anything intimate.
On the one hand it was nice to know as my breasts swelled his arms would follow.
But if the head of his dick got any bigger it would never fit in my mouth again - I could barely get my lips around it as it was.
So, I had him sit on the bed whilst I stood before him, piled my tits on his lap and took as much of his length into my mouth as I could for the final ever time. Project Lead 002
st December: Study Month 6
None of the research designs have explored how to increase female oral or vaginal sizes except as
a byproduct of overall growth – as Jessica exhibited when she fully deep throated Doug last week
whilst I could only manage his head.
As such, within a few days Doug will be too large to receive those sensations from anyone who
hasn’t undergone full growth. Perhaps he thought he was already too big - but I am struggling to
understand the objective in re-activating what I was told was a fully complete study.
Perhaps someone funding us is alarmed that the new Type 2 woman will be larger than the ideal
man? Must men always be the biggest?
If I hadn’t been distracted getting intimate with Doug I would have put more attention into
Jessica’s erratic growth cycles. As she has surpassed 9 feet tall and approaches Doug’s height we
would have expected her growth to plateaux but she shows no sign of slowing.
I’ve asked to meet the team tomorrow to review all the data we have.
Meanwhile apparently the construction work on the far side of the facility has been to build a
wing with 15-foot-high ceilings in case her growth does not stop as planned. It is possible we three
will be moved over there before the new incoming test subjects arrive.
Not isolated – not kept separate from them – just slightly remote. In accommodation designed for
our unique needs.
Taller ceilings, wider doorways and less steps to trip over.
I can see the necessity but it doesn’t feel like a step in the right direction.
We’re still largely compatible with modern society. Largely. Requiring further isolation was never
the project’s goal.
Jessica flipped when she found out Doug was growing again.
She threw an instant, uncontrollable tantrum that we should have seen coming.
She literally picked up her food tray and lobbed it and its contents – not at him but at the wall - when she realised the height gap between his head and hers was greater than it had been a few days before.
The facility staff actually had to intervene and order her back to her room.
They’d never forced. us like that before – never physically stepped in to stop something or break us up. No matter what the three of us had done they had been nothing but polite and reserved for months.
Seeing the tiny women surround her – each only level with her midriff – all arms raised as they tried to calm her down was surreal.
Because the team kept a respectful distance at all times I had never really judged just how big her and Doug had become. I mean – they were both taller than me – but I was massive in a very different way.
And I don’t see myself through other people’s eyes very often.
But a crowd of suits, circling round her as she seethed and stalked back to her room put in perspective how big the three of us were. Why they wanted to move us to our own wing of the grounds before the new test subjects arrived.
We were gods and goddesses amongst mortals.
Whilst Jessica looked like a vengeful deity, towering above them and just about holding back her rage, they looked terrified of her. Terrified of what she could, oh so easily, do.
Facility Report th
December 4 : Study Month 6
Given their enhanced metabolisms I have had to ask how much tranquiliser would be
required to put down each of the test subjects if it became necessary.
The outburst from TS003 today should have been anticipated given all the previous signals
she gave about her desire to outgrow all others. That none of us were warned in advance that
TS001 had been re-activated until he began to exhibit signs of renewed growth we were
caught completely unprepared.
None of my team are hurt, TS003 backed down without further physical violence and has
locked herself in her quarters and refused outside contact. We depend on the co-operation of
our test subjects – without their goodwill this facility cannot operate.
I have stockpiled the tranquilisers but do not expect to need them.
Test Subject 002
th December:
5 Study Month 6
Jessica is still furious with Doug.
I went to her room but she wouldn’t let me in.
She actually screamed at me through the door ‘You stayed in your room for a month whilst you
grew – why shouldn’t I?’
I can’t say she’s wrong. But she’s also refused the tests – so I haven’t any data on her blood works
or her height whilst she’s in there. Trevor’s team are frantic that they are being denied valuable
data about her development.
I said it’s their fault for re-activating Doug at what should have been a critical time for Jessica and
myself – the fifth infusion should theoretically be the last but now it’s in doubt if we will ever get
there.
If she won’t co-operate with us we can hardly force her. The only human alive capable of forcing
her to do anything is Doug and that would hardly help right now.
He’s still growing as well. Now I have to physically reach up above my head arms extended to
reach his penis. He had stopped using the gym equipment for fear of breaking it and is restricting
himself either to his rooms (where he looks increasingly uncomfortable) or the outside areas
where he can stretch out to his full twelve feet of height.
I asked him for a piggyback ride.
He lifted me up, plopped one boob either side of his head and we walked and talked for twenty
minutes about Jessica. About her need to be the biggest. I felt comfortable on top of his body. I
realised I should do this more often - let him take the monstrous weight of my body and lug my
breasts around for me. He’s certainly big and strong enough to take me wherever I could possibly
want to go.
Unlike her they have a ‘very’ good handle on his growth rate from his earlier studies – it should
peter out by fourteen feet. He’s more muscle than anything else so god knows how strong that will
make him.
He already treats me like I’m made of paper. Everything save my breasts which he says are
comfortably ‘solid’.
‘Solid’ is hardly the word I would use to describe things that wobble and spill like Jello.
But as long as he’s happy to continue milking me, massaging the spots my hands can no longer
reach – it’s all good.
Test Subject 001
th December:
5 Study Month 6
They promised me the new dorms will be ready in a week.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Jessica hates me, Allie thinks I’m an idiot, Trevor just says that they wanted a little more data and
this is the sacrifice for progress. He says she’ll come around.
Apparently the next five recruits have been selected and all of them are going to be different body
shapes – building out on the variations between myself, Allie and Jessica. None of the woman will
be as busty or as tall as them, none of the men will be as muscular as me.
The facility wants to breed variety into the new humanity. We can’t all be the same or it wouldn’t
work.
I just want a bed I can fit in, in a room I can enter without crawling on my hands and knees.
Thank God for Allie and her built in stress-balls. If I didn’t have her to hold and squeeze, I
genuinely think I’d be a nervous wreck right now. She still comes to my room, settles down on my
lap, pulls my dick between her tits and asks me to milk her.
I can tell I’m growing again - everywhere - because looking down I can now see my tip poking out
between her boobs when only last week she engulfed me completely!
I know it will never possibly fit in her mouth again but I wonder if I can persuade her to try and
lick it?
We let Jessica simmer.
Four days passed where she refused to talk to anyone or leave her room, refused to write her log entries, refused to have her blood taken and refused to let us measure her actual height as she grew.
Camera footage from her room showed she was still getting bigger, but it was hard to estimate the rate. She slept curled into a foetal position on her increasingly tiny bed or sat on the floor knuckling her fists in her lap.
She was too big to pace, too big to even crawl. She would pick the increasingly tiny looking furniture up and examine it – watching with interest as the world shrank around her.
Her body was lean and strong – unlike Doug’s which expanded outwards with muscles on top of muscles she looked pretty normal proportionally - just fucking big.
The team rushed to get the new wing ready for us and finally, on the fifth day of her isolation I went to tell her the good news. We could move out if she wanted to join us. I wasn’t sure what response I’d get when I called through the door to get her attention and made the offer.
Eventually the door opened and a monster stepped out.
If I thought she was tall before the new Jessica was something else entirely. Whatever she had been doing in her room, sulking mostly, it had kicked her growth into overdrive. Even without eating anything she had shot up – her body cannibalising her stores of fat to push her ever upwards.
Lean, muscular, angry – she squeezed herself through the doorway. She was so large she had to twist her shoulder blades sideways between the frame and go through. Shoulders, then hips – her body chafed against the limitations of the tiny space.
And then she rose to loom over me. “How tall?” she demanded, crouched down in the corridor because she was literally too big for the space. Her eyes were wild as she demanded; “How tall has he grown?” “Less than fourteen feet,” I responded. Then, because it was obvious I added: “Less than you.”
All three of us moved over to the new wing that night.
We have recovered design plans for the original facility and the
one that it was eventually expanded to before REDACTED.
The original plan was one six story complex with a basement and
connecting spa. Its design was somewhere between a luxury hotel
and a medical facility in that it had the functions of both.
Added later was a second three story complex with raised ceilings
(fifteen feet) and then added to that was a single-story annex
storage area with twenty-five-foot roof.
Three additional units were added later – which have been
described by Dr Cooper as the ‘Barn’, ‘Pump room’ and ‘Dispatch
room’ where large milk tanks have been erected. Lorries and
tankers arrive and depart from the dispatch room carrying produce
for the market every morning before 9 am.
Finally there is the open arena where Dr Cooper now resides. This
building, shaped like a large horseshoe - open on the north end is
the only one our team were allowed to enter.
Incredible Bodies™ staff escorted us onto the grounds and out to
ensure none of our team left no opportunity for us to explore the
other buildings.
We were specifically forbidden any direct contact with Test
Subject 003(Jessica) who was outside of the facility grounds
whilst we were present and only returned each night after our
departure. My new room was specifically designed for me.
It was a wide and open space surrounded on all sides by benchtops at waist height and shelving above. There was nothing below my hips to trip over or knock to floor – nothing in the middle of the room I could bump into or trip over.
The door to enter was a sideways sliding door that could be programmed to give you eight feet of horizontal clearance at its widest
The wall above the bed had rails to grab onto, a pull bar that could be raised or lowered from the ceiling with a remote and handrails on the right side that could be lifted up or slotted down as desired.
The walk-in shower was in the middle of a wetroom that could also double as a steam bath or sauna with benches along the far wall to sit. Next to it there was a dressing area with a full- length mirror in front, to the side, behind and above so I could see myself from as many angles as possible.
The wardrobe was already equipped with bras for the next three months – which was most welcome as without their support the lower tip of my tits was just starting to rub against my upper thigh when I was walking.
Each bra was now larger than I was tall – I was assigned a personal assistant to help me in and out of them each day largely because I could no longer reach forward to pull them around my tits. Angela had the messy job of groping and pushing my flesh to sit naturally within the cups, smoothing down both my immensity and the re-enforced fabric to get the fit just right.
In order to take the weight the construction required a corset – with a waist cincher to ensure it was properly fitted to me. Once she had my boobs firmly encased within the design, she would walk around behind me and righten, pulling on the cables to lift and support my heavy flesh.
Historically these abominations of clothing were worn by women to force or fake their body shapes – offering the appearance of a thin waist. I needed it to ensure that the cups had enough torso support to latch onto otherwise my breasts would have ripped right through the cups and tumbled forwards.
This design was supposed to last until I stopped growing.
Test Subject 002 th December:
10 Study Month 6
Our new rooms were expertly designed.
And somehow – ignoring Angela - I will get the most privacy of anyone. There is no raised ceiling
so neither Doug nor Jessica can come in here whilst I can spend as much time as I like in their
quarters.
Instead of raising the ceiling they have installed a system of guide rails, winches and pullies that
mean – should the worst occur and I keep growing too large to walk – they can strap my bra to the
roof and give me mobility by literally hanging my boobs from the roof.
I didn’t ask for this consideration but someone in engineering has been planning ahead.
Bastards have no faith. Facility Report th
December 12 : Study Month 6
Today I interviewed for a personal assistant.
I had originally discussed a ‘caregiver’ role however when we debated the teams needs we
realised that would not be taken well by our test subjects. TS002 and TS003 in particular have
demonstrated very different, but very sharp responses to perceived disrespect. They are not
invalids, in fact they posess more strength and dexterity than most despite their unique
bodyshapes.
However when we realised that TS002 was mapping her projected future breast growth both
by dimensions and weight, and then cross correlating that with her upper back strength we
realised she had predicted the date of future immobility to the week in private whilst refusing
to engage any of the rest of the clinical team in her discussion.
It is hoped that a final infusion will halt the progressive growth of both candidates but not
certain. Even should her rapid development halt now we are aware she is no longer capable
of fully reaching around her own encumbrance – and so would benefit from assistance
dressing and cleaning herself even if she would never use that terminology.
Conversely TS003 will need assistance handling small devices or collecting things from the
old facility within which she can no longer fit. However that requirement is very different from
a caregiver.
Therefore I interviewed several women to serve in a role of ‘personal assistant’ to our larger
guests. These women were shown video footage of the team at various stages of their growth
and we discussed how they could best assist them going forwards.
We had several excellent candidates however the one I hired was most enamoured with
TS002’s breasts. Apparently she comes from the fashion industry and she is extremely
curious about how to best dress and support such an extreme bosom.
I showed her the prototype bra designs that our clothing team have been developing – the
large over-engineered designs that use several ropes and strings to pull and lift the woman’s
abundant cleavage upwards and away from her thights.
It was noted that fastening this requirements flexibility and movement most women cannot
accomplish alone – and make the garment fundamentally unstable. Instead she
recommended it should be re-designed into an outfit that someone is strapped into and then
released out of on demand.
It was made clear that, should we move in that direction on her advice, helping our test
subject dress would be an immediate job requirement. She showed no concern about this
and said all she would want is to ensure that her clients were as comfortable as possible.
She begins immediately and I look forward to seeing how she gets on with her new principal
clients.
But my quarters were nothing compared to Jessica and Doug’s rooms.
Both boasted the full fifteen-foot-high ceilings, which both were just mere inches from brushing against – with doorways that ran vertically top to bottom. Though there wasn’t a lot of headspace both Doug and Jessica seemed delighted to finally be able to stretch again after leaving their old rooms.
Poor Doug took several weeks to stop stooping when he walked – it had become a habit for him even before the final injection.
Jessica lined herself up back to back with Doug, saw she was taller and screeched for joy when it was confirmed. Yes, he was technically bigger, he was three times wider than her with ten times as much muscles – but height was all that she wanted.
Trevor arranged for us all to take the final infusion that would stabilise the growth and hold us steady. The experiment was over - we were finally who we were meant to be. A fifteen-foot giantess – as lean and strong as a tree. Sharp, trigger happy and obsessed
- with self-improvement. A fourteen-foot giant – a walking mountain of muscle. As strong yet tender as you could ever
- imagine. A five-foot boob-wielder – able to produce enough nutrients each day to feed a small army
- on the march.
We could never have imagined a more unlikely trio if we had planned it.
Which – I sort of had.
In my original descriptions of Type 1 and Type 2 females I hadn’t planned either of us growing to this extreme but nobody seemed especially unhappy with the results. The funders rubber stamped the expansion plans and the five new recruits planned for the new year signed their lives away to join us.
Jessica had shown that anybody – no matter how small they started – could safely take to the growth. I had shown that underlying hormones could be re-activated by their treatment in unpredictable but completely safe ways.
A new generation of men and women could be developed in whatever body shape they desired going forwards.
I hadn’t come to terms with what was going on inside Jessica’s body but she did stop growing as soon as the infusion was complete. She was the largest of us – we thought the largest anyone would ever be. The missing data from when she locked herself in her room and grew denied me the chance of solving the puzzle and it irritated me no end.
It meant I wasn’t able to stop Trevor making the almightiest cock up with the next batch of test subjects. We had to develop a whole new breast sizing system to describe the stages of my development. I had passed from ‘grand’ to ‘giant’ to ‘massive’ but these were just words – hard to quantify.
Had we found the time I would have done. The engineer in me would have created a codified system to numerically justify each stage in my growth but I never got around to it. Because whilst we thought we had found a fix for Jessica I never really stopped developing.