Doctor Susan Peters punched in the code yet again, persistent as consistent to get that infernal generator working. The malfuction had happened about an hour earlier that night, and only by drinking coffee by the kettle was she able to stay awake and get the power flowing again. There was a slam of a door, and the burly boss Sir Peter James barged in. He was a short-fused employer of the thriving research company Eternal Energies Technology Ltd., and the reason it thrived so successfully was probably because every employee knows what happens to disobediance.
"Susan, what the hell are you still doing here? Your shift ended a full hour ago!" Peter growled through grit teeth.
"Oh, sorry sir, the generator went down and I thought I could fix it--" She didn't get to finish off.
"Well this isn't going to get you a raise or anything so don't expect it!" He grunted. Peter was surely enough a middle-aged body builder, 37 to be precise. He always wore a smart shirt which clearly exposed his toned pecs and six-pack, and the sleeves were tightly wrapped around his thick biceps. To complement this, Peter's height was extraordinary, ranging at least 6ft9" and making employees who backchatted feel very belittled indeed. Susan cowered down as his fuse was seemingly blown already. Peter wiped beads of sweat from his forehead and rubbed the top of his thinning hair.
"Look, Susan, excuse me for that. I have more on my hands than you can imagine at the moment, so I was rather brusque there. Listen, spend as long as you want here, but remember to lock up when you leave, hmm?" Peter, to Susan's surprise, was suddenly calm, and to maintain this historic moment Susan smiled politely and nodded confirmation.
"I'll pay you overtime if you get this up and running. I'll be in my office, I'm not planning to let Barry lead just yet" Peter said, and with that he turned on his heel and exited the door.
Barry was Peter's younger brother, around the age of 31 and was much more handsome and relaxed than his sibling. Susan had a small crush on Barry who always had thick, wavy brown hair and a smile to brighten her day. Barry wasn't very strict at all, and Peter didn't like this one bit. Barry was an assistant manager who managed the laboratory whenever Peter went home for a break. Susan was an equal match for Barry. She was a perfectly shaped, hourglass-figure woman aging at 27, and made sure to wear a tight lab gown in order to expose her natural, large breasts. The tightness even wrapped around her curves and rear, which was full and shapely. Susan's head was straight and brown, and always glided over her angel-carved face, but ensuring to avoid her twinkling oceanic blue eyes which would brighten up anyone's day. Susan had a thing with men by just smiling with her gorgeous lips and they'd instantly resist any harm, which is what she does to Barry sometimes. It never worked with Peter though, perhaps he's homosexual?
Anyway, she thought to herself, I'd better get on with this generator. Assuming that nothing dangerous could happen from a computer and a power generator, she removed her lab coat and slung it over a derelict monitor, revealling her casual clothes, which was usually a pair of jeans, sneakers and a light-pink t-shirt, covered by a warming red jumper. Susan rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, and got back to business. Four attempts later, still nothing. Eighteen attempts later, STILL nothing. Susan's patience was wearing very thin, and so was the effect of the caffeine consumed earlier. She decided to take a coffee break.
Thus entering the canteen she proceeded to the corner and saw what seemed to be a table - it was covered with trays full of garbage and crushed paper cups. "Men", she tutted, and slotted a 50 pence piece into the vending machine, and with a press of a button a paper cup emerged full of steaming hot coffee. She managed to take one sip before the deafening sound of the klaxon siren dominated the room, and a female voice accompanying it, "Warning, system core error, generator overloaded". "Overloaded?" Susan muttered to herself, puzzled, "But it's not working..." she added. With no choice, Susan departed and hurried back to the elevator and going to the desired floor, then heading straight to the power room. The voice told no lie, the generator was up, running and out of control. With red lights flashing and glass smashing, and panic overriding her consciense, Susan dived and slammed the "Emergency Stop" button. With that, the klaxon faded off and the red lights stopped, and with a clunk the normal lights came on. SLAM!
"Susan?! What on God's Earth happened here??" he roared, saliva spurting out like a compressed garden hose.
"But sir, I was having a coffee break and the last I saw this room was empty, and the generator said "Fatal Error" like it has done for the past hour and a half".
"Just get on with it, and make sure you get this mess cleaned up!" and with that, Peter exited grumbling and slamming the door behind him.
Scraping up shards of glass with her bare hand, Susan was still deep in thought. How? She thought, "How was it possible?" Regardless, Susan had to do as she was told and having picked up all the pieces of glass she disposed of them. She scraped her hands together and then stumbled unaware over a stray wire. She landed painfully on the palms of her hands, but she was lucky to have protected her face. Picking herself up and scraping dust off her upper arm, Susan noticed a hole in the wall which was highly luminated, and a small flashing red light. With her mind bathing in curiousity, Susan climbed through the hole, and entered what seemed to be a very hi-tec, spaceous lab room, with computers beeping and printers printing results of something... then she saw what. She observed what seemed to be a grossly deformed human infant floating in a jar of sick-green see-through liquid. Susan retched slightly, and then stepped forward for a closer look. They were all on a plain white shelf and beneath that shelf, directly underneath each jar, was an opening. Susan stepped forward, creeping slowly to investigate further, one step... two step... three step.... Just as her tension was on its highest peak, one of the infants opened its eyes. She jumped back with a fright, and now able to see the other three noticed they were awake also. All the infants' eyes were strange, they all seemed to be plain black, and each eye was smalled than the other. Susan clamped her ears shut as what could only be described as fingernails upon blackboard wails was emitted from their mouths as they opened them. The sound was penetrating Susan's hands and ears, and she couldn't take much more. Finally the four deformed infants stopped, and opened their eyes again, only this time to Susan's fright they were not black. They were blood-red, and beamed through the glass, standing out with clashing colours. Susan noticed that from the four openings beneath the jars, protruded tubes from each one. The tubes were large, thick and black, and curled out of the openings, and once they were quite clear to Susan they began circling her slightly. Only time could tell what would happen now.
One tube was creeping behind Susan, she kept her eye on this one, but tried her best to watch the other three at the same time. Her suspicions were very high now, as she realized she was surrounded, they had formed a square around her, with the open ends pointing towards her. Just as Susan turned around 180 degrees, she was surprised as suddenly one of the tubes literally threw itself into her mouth. This made Susan retch as it was so large it pried her jaw open and she couldn't crunch the tube as it was too thick in its material, a thick rubber. To Susan's horror she heard a gurgle and saw what it was, the tube was filling like a garden hose. The other two tubes sucked hard onto her jumper, and tore it apart with the sheer force that caused Susan some pain. Whatever liquid was coming, it was coming fast, and soon neared her mouth. Susan groaned as her cheeks pushed out with the fluid, and she felt it run down her neck, making her shudder with the cold. Susan stared down at herself to confirm the dreaded rumbling in the pit of her tummy, and surely enough it was distending underneath her light-pink t-shirt, and within short while the t-shirt was becoming too small for her. Her flesh poked out between the t-shirt and her jeans. Susan's already large breasts surged forward trying to catch up with her inflated belly, which to crush Susan's hopes didn't stop. Soon, Susan began hopelessly trying to force her stomach back in, but the large ball of sloshy flesh just pried her fingers apart. She couldn't even cup her breasts with them reaching the size of footballs. While worrying about her upper body, Susan failed to notice her bottom half growing too. Her butt had already grown to look like two footballs under her jeans, and her once toned legs were now fattening and reaching an extraordinary diameter. Despite her protests and her attempts on removing the host, she was helpless and growing fast. Another hose hovered around her backside suspiciously. Susan's poor jeans couldn't take much more of the mounting pressure from her ass and legs, and the seams bursed down her legs and beneath her crotch, the denim just dropped around her. Now exposed, her pink panties were restricting her waistline from growing as it would have liked, and caused some pain to Susan, who was helplessly being filled with liquid. Susan found her arms being filled with this liquid, and she tried to pick them up but the weight caused her arms to dangle down by her sides; that was until her sides pushed up quickly and forced her arms outwards. She tried to move but only managed to wiggle her fingers. Susan's t-shirt was pushed up to her breasts and only covered the bottom half and some of her straining bra. As her mammoth breasts continued to surge forward they carried the threat of ripping her top clothing. Even Susan's belly had reached giant proportions and was rounded out, sloshing with every movement she made. Susan's poor legs began shrinking as the mass of her body weighed them down, and her large butt and crotch flooded over her legs, causing her problems to move. With a rrrip, her pink panties gave up on themselves and tore apart, exposing her bare bottom which was large and round. Her body was forming a sphere, but she considered this impossible with liquid... unless it was some sort of chemical?
Susan's arms were surrounded by the flesh of her body and were immobile. Her breasts bounced around as she tried ever so hard to escape from the wrath of these tubes. Susan grunted as her t-shirt ripped in two and exposed her huge breasts, which were being tightly constricted by her purple lacy bra and squeezed out underneath and over the top of the bra. Suddenly, Susan found herself completely immobile, and on her round tummy, as her feet were spaced apart and stuck on each of her butt cheeks. Her ass was huge and round, and her spherical form was now complete. Suddenly, Susan realized what that hose behind her was doing as it pushed hard between the cheeks of her ass, delved within her crack and wedged itself in her rectum. Susan's eyes filled with tears and the pressure dominated her thoughts, all she could think of was a huge tube had just dominated her behind. Two tubes now hovered around her two breasts. "Don't you dare" she tried to say, but it came out as a muffle through the hose. Her head was being engulfed by her body as the fluid kept rhythmically pumping into her body. Suddenly the other tube kicked into life and through her rectum she felt a sheer cold liquid pumping faster than the tube in her mouth. Susan's eyes went funny and her fists clenched into balls as the pressure sent her head spinning. Suddenly her bra snapped and her mammoth breasts rolled out with freedom, and her nipples popped outwards, which had been filled with liquid over the process. Suddenly the two tubes put their open ends over Susan's nipples, and squashed themselves over them. She groaned, this was rather painful for her. The tubes like the other two pumped gallons of chemical inside of her, entering through the pea-sized holes that had formed in her large nipples. As her body engorged and her desperation to escape increased, Susan flailed helplessly, knowing that popping would be both imminent and inevitable. Susan's head was being devoured by her body, and she could barely breath as she rolled backwards from the weight of her breasts, which obscured her vision. Now rolling onto her back her vagina was exposed; thankfully there were no tubes left. Her vagina was even rather inflated, the lips of her vagina swollen and itself leaking the fluids. Realizing that her vagina was the only place allowing escape of the chemical, another tube protruded from the wall from an opening she failed to see before. With sheer dread, the tube entered her vagina slowly, evading her fainting. Susan wailed wildly, screaming and kicking with all her might, only succeeding in jiggling her enlargened body parts about, ripples going through her body. Susan's body began groaning as the fluid entered through her pussy, growing faster and faster, larger and larger, just a huge ball of water Susan was.
"NNNGGHHHHH" She grunted, until finally mercy came and she was removed of the pressure with a burst.
The next day, Peter was first on the scene being asked all sorts of questions by a police officer with a notebook.
"So you didn't know this room existed?" he asked.
"No, I swear officer, as far as I was concerned this was just a hollow wall" Peter spoke with honesty. Barry was also on the scene, and once the officer was done with Peter, Peter marched over to Barry, fists clenched.
"Is this your doing, Barry?" he seethed, trying to contain his anger.
"No, Peter, I promise... well, this is my room, but...
"YOUR ROOM?" Peter roared, raising the attention of some officers.
"Yes" Barry muttered nervously, "It's my secret research room that I just fiddle with experiments within reason". Peter grumbled,
"You call those deformations within reason?". Barry chortled,
"Oh don't worry Pete, they're just test subjects. They're deep under development and are quite unstable at present". Peter acknowledged and then ran his hand over the dripping wet white wall, asking in the meantime,
"But what's the meaning of all this strange liquid all over your walls? It's clear but it smells like... a lady's perfume? Are you researching stuff for a beauty salon or something?" Barry laughed again,
"Oh, no, that's just a small pipe burst from my chemical canister. Nothing to worry about" Barry said convincingly. Peter eyed Barry suspiciously, then turned to be confronted by another officer.
"Wait..." Peter said, and looked around. "Barry, you don't even have any--" turning around, his brother had mysteriously vanished.
"Chemical... canisters?" Peter was utterly baffled. With the only exit guarded by officers and nowhere to hide, Peter was now fully suspicious about his brother.
Little did Peter know, however, that Barry had used his recently researched invisibility device to hide in the corner near a filing cabinet.
"Sorry, Pete, but you can't know what I'm doing" Barry said, "I'm going to create my own lab. You hear me, brother? My own lab! A lab where my dream will be fulfilled - never again will a slim woman walk the street when Body Growth Ltd. goes into business!"
To Be Continued...