Lust in the Lab

The windowless room had a marble table that stood at the middle top of the area, enough room below to walk around and perform various projects; vials and beakers were bubbling and foaming, as a woman with white hair and a youthful face was present at her lab station, wearing her lab coat. Jeanne Gray pushed her glasses up and looked over a pink vial, shaking back and forth gently for a reaction.

Bambi knocks on the door and slowly pushed it open. She fumbled out of her black skirt pocket the card with the name of the person she was supposed to see. She was a freshman in the local university and failing behind in chemistry class, so her professor requested she see a special employee of the biotech laboratories, the center business just away from the campus.

“Hello…Doctor…,” She meekly called out.

“Yes,” Jeanne poured the pink liquid into another vial, not looking up.

Bambi stepped in and closed the door.

“Umm… I’m Bambi… I was supposed to show up here to do some lab work…

“Ahh, yes,” A glee in her voice, “I was expecting you, young doe.”

“Doe?” Bambi couldn’t help but giggle at that preference.

“You of course remember Bambi, yes?”

“Oh yeah… that Disney movie.”

Jeanne motioned for her to have a seat at the chair where the station’s lab set up. The doctor brushed back some pure snow white hair over her ear, as she brought over the “special” vial between her fingers.

“You would never think that I am only in my late 20’s and yet have hair like a grandma’s,” Jeanne said with a high flatulent flair.

Bambi only looked around, smiling weakly.

“So…what do I have to do… clean up? File or something?”

“I heard from your professor that you needed an improvement in your grades to keep up the quota. So, what I want from you to do is test a formula I made for me.”

Bambi pouted and said, “Oh no… I’m not good at tests… I just can’t study.”

“Nonsense,” now matter of factly. “One has to apply themselves to get what they need. Except there is no need for book studies; just take a “bit” of a taste for me.”

She held up the vial closer to the girl, now smiling pleasantly.

“What’s in it,” Looking at it, “Cuz I’m like totally allergic to coconut.”

“No coconut in this.”

Jeanne felt the girl wasn’t all that bright to begin with, but Bambi has in tolerable cuteness to her; blonde hair and baby blue eyes, enough to make her lions start to sweat. And of course, involving coconut somehow to the formula in the future would be a good to idea.

Bambi accepted the vial, looking at it and unsure of wanting to drink it down.

“Do I have to drink it all?”

“Yes you do young doe.”

Bambi shrugged and then pinches her nose shut, drinking the contents with a sharp distaste, gagging slightly at the acidic flavor.

Jeanne tutted, “Too bad though, it’s only a test run; hopefully, some flavors can be added in the future.”

The good doctor proceeded some simple tests on her young subject, checking her pulse and feeling the delicate skin; her heart against her ambled bosom and skin durability, so very buttery to her.

“Wow,” in an awe of shock from Bambi, “It tasted like…vinegar mixed in with ashes.”

“Oh dear,” the doctor taking in her concern.

“Yeah. Oh dear is right.”

Jeanne cupped Bambi’s one breast for her own hidden amusement, the girl giggling at her touch.

“Then how are you feeling dear?

“…Kinda warm. It’s warm and fuzzy… like my head is fuzzy…”

“Warm you say,” feeling Bambi’s forehead. “How perplexing. And I see you have a bit of a belly now on you.”

Bambi was confused by this. “A what? A belly?” She looked down, swaying a bit from the soft rolls slowly peeking out.

“You’re even starting to sound strange… like your voice is changing into something, dare I say fuller?”

“My what?” She raised an eyebrow hearing her new voice, weighed down by her throat and slowly engulfed by a thick surrounding that will only get thicker. “What’s going on here?” Her breasts started to stretch out her blouse, her butt swaying and growing. “Umm… Doctor… is this supposed to happen?”

“I believe it is… my own little weight gain charm, chemical wise.”

Bambi was flabbergasted by the nonchalant observation of the young doctor.

“W…weight gain? You mean I’m gonna get fat?” Her voice wavy with silent shock as she put her hands on her stomach. She whined in a childlike tone, “But I don’t wanna get fat,” as her hands pressed harder.

Again, while she hid a delirious desire over the poor girl, Jeanne displayed a mild, matter-of-fact tone.

“You drank the entire vial…my guess is you have no choice but to plump to about…” she trailed off as Bambi’s legs became chunkier. Her whole body starts to tremble like a shiver hit her back, as she ran for the door, wailing over the trauma she didn’t finish facing. The doctor jogged faster to the door, closing and locking it shut.

“I’m sorry, my young plump dough… I still need another partner in “other matters”.

Bambi just stared at her, feeling her grow even larger. Her stomach swelled and dimpled, as budding folded lines seeped across her navel.

“Don’t worry, dear, you’ll grow into it…” She was the only one who understood the joke; Bambi started to cry, her whimpering still the same.

“No!” Her voice still changing, “Gimme something to change me back!” Her clothes started straining and ripping at the seams.

Jeanne tutted, “Not quite yet dear, you still have more ways to go.”

“I just wanted help with my grade,” Bambi cried again, scared of why this was being done to her. She couldn’t go out like this, people with laugh at her, at the fat cow she was becoming; the sleeves ripped away in revealing patches of fleshy skin, her belly a zaftig apron upon think, cellulite legs.

“If you keep helping me with this, I’ll see to it no one has to find out. But, granted, this could become a permanent fixture on you.” She looked at her watch as if to confirm an occasion, before continuing, “This formula is suppose to be in time when the person drinks it; right now it’s 6 o’clock…so, when you do get back to normal, expect some extra poundage again around this time.”

“You mean… I’ gonna be fat for a whole day?!” The student sounded bruised and pitiful over that claim.

“Only for a few hours,” Jeanne said again matter of factly. “But you’ll need a new place to stay, just for precautions sake.”

Bambi became so mad, her chubby fingers clenching, trying to grab the doctor, but her arms weren’t responding.

“Hey…why can’t I move my arms?!”

Jeanne noted her bulkier arms as Bambi reached the 900 pound mark. Bambi tried to turn around to find a mirror, her legs now unresponsive.

“What is this? Am I stuck?”

“…Near immobile as we’ve been talking.”

“IMMOBILE?? Does that mean I have to stay here?”

“Hush… just for a while dear… 4 hours tops, so make yourself ‘comfortable’.”

Jeanne approached the super sized girl, her hand wiping along the lines of her blossoming fat, Bambi moaning from her touches.

“Ooh…” She purred, “That feels so… heyyyyy!”

The doctor looked her over, beautiful flabs encompassing the young girl, enormous arms hanging at her sides, the hugest of asses she now sits on.

“Wow,” Jeanne said amazed, “You’re quite huge, my dear! And you’re still plumping along.”

Bambi nodded, her whole body jiggling like fleshy gelatin. She moans again as Jeanne pats her fattened sides.

“So good,” Bambi said, slowly dumbing down and giving in to something else. “This fat…”

Jeanne moaned, “I knew you’d love it. And how all this fat is even affecting your lovely voice.”

She then marveled over Bambi’s big boobies by teasing her naked nipple; her own nips now perkier. Bambi, in her eyes, became a gorgeous and plump specimen; the formula a very provocative, if mild, success, sure to please the fat admirers and inflationists in the world. Reaching further in, Jeanne let herself sink into the girl’s cushioned tummy body, kissing her plump lips and sneaking into her chubby cheeks. Bambi focused the intense session of caresses, fingertips gliding like thousands of tiny massages, her nipples no longer cold inside the laboratory over the whimsical movements Jeanne laid over them. Her tight drum rolls of legs pressed against her soft bare feet, her shoes long gone and too straining, sticking outward and surrounded by now 1,000 pounds of pure fat flesh.

“I’m hungry,” Bambi’s deep voice muttered, arms pushed out by more fat and unable to bend. Jeanne obliged, slowly sliding off the gaining young goddess, the girl’s eyes slit-like watching the doctor leave her barren of sensual pokes.

“Interesting,” Jeanne muses, “This formula only promises to help gain in the recipient, not actually make you hungry. I’m sure we’ll fix that little issue, but right now… I suppose a snack is in order for a girl our size. Too bad you can’t walk those large, hefty leg trunks of allure to the mini fridge there.” Again, tantalizing in her intellectual coating, pointing to the back wall where a 3 foot silver chrome fridge propped. Poor Bambi looked at how far it was, wanting so badly for a tasty snack.

“Not to worry though,” Jeanne gladly continued, “the formula has another extra tidbit to it…”

She searched around the lab closet and pulled out an ordinary green colored air tank.

“But I’m breathing fine,” Bambi said.

“Not just for breathing…now I’ll add in another delight for those that enjoy this so well.” She wheeled the tank further as she continued, “I’ll help pump you up into a nice, round, balloony shape, so you can get that snack of yours.”

Before she could answer “ow?”, Bambi’s lips now puckered the hose nozzle Jeanne lovingly placed, wrapping her maw around the rubber tube; in her now feedee-istic mind, awaiting a creamy surprise. Jeanne turned the red handle on the tank, the hissing squeaking in faintly, but present before turning into a longer hiss. Bambi muffled her giggles as the ticklish gas flows in, some results showing, but trying to talk around the hose.

“Whath happenung?” She warbled. The air stretched the skin along her torso, ready to dissolve her arms in her own flesh.

A lingering, cheeky Jeanne calmly patted her face, saying, “My dear, I do believe you’re blowing up like a balloon.”

Just barely aware of her body expanding, her felt herself stretch and crease, getting larger; her once sagging breasts now more ample, melding into her self at the bottom, but still rounded along the top of her domes. The air forced down her legs, devouring them up to her ankles and feet.

“Am I round?” Bambi’s question too obvious to answer and possibly extra air seeping into her head, confusing her senses and logic so far away.

“Almost,” Jeanne answered anyway, patting her down, hearing the girl’s moans again at her touches, Bambi’s pulled out skin extra sensitive. She softly expanded like a preparing parade balloon until she was totally round, save for the noticeable bosom lines; Jeanne tugged the hose out with a pop. Her hands now along where Bambi’s shoulders used to be, she heaved her up, feeling the light but immense weight as she placed her to her feet. The girl’s giggling now very meek and fanciful, so funny at the squeaky noises she made with wild flapping hands.

“I’m a bird,” She chirped.

Jeanne chuckled and said, “Then I should’ve used helium.”

It was no matter now, as she continued to rubbed down the girl, feeling very wet herself; patting her down, hearing the drum hollows along her quivering body. Very impressed she was; in girth, length and depth and to as well continue to enlarge in new ways; proud of her “balloon doe”.

“You should be very proud,” she said patting her swollen form.

“I am…” Bambi’s voice airier than before. “What happens now?”

“We have some fun…”

Jeanne now moved closer to her front where her perfect navel was, just giving her one push. The balloon doe fell along her “back”, wobbling and watching the room shift to the ceiling, crying out in sudden excitement as Jeanne let out a “tee hee”, as she now unbuttoned her coat, slipping off behind her back to the floor, removing her caramel blouse next, “adjusting” her laced bra as they became visible, her shirt now too joining her coat, then slinked out of her skirt, tossing more unneeded clothing into the pile. One by one, she undoes her bra top, the flimsy fabric falling down and giving her milky white breasts and coffee tainted areolas freedom.

Jeanne then, with her chest firmly in place along young squeaky skin, tracing Bambi’s body with hers; moving and sliding as she cross walked, her cheek nuzzling each time. She finally made it to Bambi’s bubbly head, being looked at from below, the doctor’s nipples now out stretched as Bambi looked and licked her lips.

“You look so full and cute,” She said as she lowered her head down, kissing Bambi’s lips and Bambi immersed in Jeanne’s boobs. Hungry lips now open, suckling, drinking from the “coffee mugs”. This let Jeanne moan a deep vibrate before exhaling with an “O” along her mouth. She licked the tiny bumps and her pointed nipple tip, so hard and creamy. Jeanne could now not bear to say anything then, not even to express how horny this girl was, but her look of pleasure and surprise let Bambi know to agree, as she continued suckling. Jeanne eyes shut tight, wetting at her lashes as Bambi suckled, lipped and pulled; her throbbing crotch painted with wetness now. She bounced at the front, nudging into the balloon girl, her thrusts moving her 45 degrees, Bambi’s lips smacked away with a wet slip. She rolled a little more on her own, rotating into the other large empty spaces of the lab.

“Ooh, it’s like moving a toy ball,” Jeanne said playfully, knowing where this will go next. She removed her high heel shoes to make it easier to catch up and run around with her. And Bambi as well squealed with delight as she curved along the floor. The moment so typical of childhood, being kids again, laughing and playing; Jeanne met up with her balloony mate to stop her from rolling away more.

Gasping, she asked, “How are you holding up, dear?”

“I’m having so much fun!” Bambi’s smile present in her voice. “We should go bowling!”

Jeanne giggled. “How funny you are.”

She gave a slightly forceful push back, hearing her body squeal and bloomp as she moved joyfully along, neither unaware that her orb body headed for Jeanne heels, but as she toppled above them, it felt like a digging nibble among the big, wide open spaces of pink skin. The girl giggled as she was rolled about some more, every motion pure pleasure through her blimp-like body.

When they became too tired to jog and roll and suckle and kiss, Jeanne eased her back into the side of Bambi, closest to her head. Their faces flushed cherry and bodies shiny with hormonal sweat, the lull echo humming’s of Bambi’s breaths.

“So,” Jeanne spoke, “Has the four hour mark past yet dear?” Their time together seemed eternal and lovingly carnal, but it was up to Bambi to see how she truly felt to be this way, stuck as a living balloon or uber plump queen on certain nights.

Bambi nodded and breathed quickly, just to say an answer, “Don’t know.”

Jeanne smiled and said, “Good.” She then went back to resting her head on the soft, wobbly body, teasing a pinch of rubber skin and her nipple to past any time if there was any. Bambi, her last waking thought of reason, figured she aced her grade with rolling colors.