Gentech: Expanding America's Future

56-year-old Chester Thompson sat back in his chair in the empty board room and puffed on his cigar. He should have seen it coming. He threw the packet of legal papers onto the desk in front of him. Another class action lawsuit. He should have seen it coming. When Chester had founded Gentech thirty years ago, his goals had been simple -- bring cutting edge scientific progress to the people. He’d even made the company logo “Expanding America’s Future.” Bringing high tech and innovative products to the common man and woman had made him a fortune. Then everything started to go wrong.

It all began back in 1986 with the fruit gum fiasco. FruitplosionTM had been an ingenious product. Fruit flavored gum that actually contained incredibly highly concentrated fruit juice. It was sure to be a big hit. The advertising guys even came up with a great slogan --”A glass of juice in every bite!” The first flavor they’d produced had been blueberry. As an advertising gimmick, they’d hauled a whole truck load of FruitplosionTM to one of the local middle schools, giving each of the kids their own free pack during a specially orchestrated school assembly.

Chester walked over to the bar and poured himself a generous glass of bourbon. The sight of all those poor teenagers swelling up and rolling around the gymnasium like gigantic round blueberries still made him wince. Chester took a deep drink and walked back to the desk holding his drink, as he stared out into the night. They’d barely made it through that one. All the kids were successfully de-juiced with few problems --having blue skin even became a fad for awhile. The cash settlement of course had been humongous, but they’d managed to keep it all hush-hush and out of the papers.

They’d been damn lucky. They’d actually drawn straws to see if they should have started with watermelon instead. He shuddered at the thought of what could have happened. Sitting down, Chester puffed on his cigar. He’d shut down the candy lab himself after that --no more candy, no more problems right?

Wrong. It was in the cosmetics division. When was it? Oh yes, back in 1995. Gentech released it’s naturopathic breast cream -- BEautifulTM. It had been one of their greatest success. Just a few dabs of the moderately pricey cream and any woman could have the bosom of her dreams.

Chester’s personal secretary Zahn, had been one of the first to try it out. Her transformation had been nothing short of miraculous. A beautiful face, being only 22 years old, 5 foot 2 inches tall, having a nice slim body, being Polynesian, and her constant flirtations made Zahn more than a little tempting.(He’d always preferred women with a darker complexion --no idea why he just did.) But, after 22 tears of marriage, it’d take more than a pretty face and a cute figure to make him stray. The morning Zahn came into work after trying out the BEautifulTM cream had been one of the most astounding points in Chester’s adult life. Everything had been business as usual -- until she’d turned around and faced him with those newly huge 48 inch melons. He’d nailed her that afternoon in his office. Who could resist? In fact Chester’s “dictation” meetings with Zahn quickly became a daily event.

Of course then there were the problems with the cream. Gentech didn’t start getting any complaints for about a month -- then everything went wrong. Reports started coming in --outlandish stories about sudden, incredible breast enlargement. The board of directors figured it had to be some sort of scam or prank and dismissed the claims. Chester remembered the first time he’d witnessed the problem first hand. He’d been watching the evening news, when suddenly, the perky young blonde newscaster literally exploded out of her bra and blouse -- right on the air. Her newly mammoth breasts sitting out on the newsdesk swollen as big and as round as beachballs. He’d almost had a coronary right there and then.

Chester puffed on his cigar. Even Zahn had been effected -- her already enormous breasts ballooning up to 78 inches and a UUU cup. (Not that her vastly expanded bustline bothered him -or her as it turned out. In fact it added greatly to their lovemaking.) He remembered the lab boy’s excuses -- something about unforeseen effects when mixed with greater levels of hormones during a woman’s cycle. The whole thing quickly became a global epidemic. Everywhere, women were suddenly, rapidly developing incredibly huge bustlines -- one woman in Jamaica had nearly died when her breasts suddenly expanded up to the size of beanbag chairs while she was driving.

But all in all, Gentech had been lucky this time too. Only about half the women that had used BEautifulTM filed suit -- a good percentage turned out, really enjoyed their newly found hyper-buxomness. Still it had been costly. Both for Gentech and for himself. The discovery of one of Zahn’s tent sized brassieres quickly ended his marriage. It didn’t bother him too much though, they still had their regular “dictation” meetings and as a single man, they no longer had to sneak around --Which was extremely difficult with a woman with breasts so big they needed their own zip code.

Turning back to the desk, he gathered the semi- scattered legal packet. This, though was the worst. How could they have guessed? How could anyone?

After the BEautifulTM incidents, it was decided that Gentech would only produce items that had been thoroughly tested. The first such product had been ThinFemmeTM. The stuff was miraculous. Two tablets a day, and you not only lost all unnecessary body fat, but you kept it off. After years of testing, they’d released the stuff six months ago-- and already they’d been having problems keeping up with demands.

Then one night, about a week ago, the Lab Boys all herded into his office and insisted that ThinFemmeTM be taken off the market immediately. Chester had just begun to explain that that was impossible when one of the Lab Boys produced a video tape. It was a local news show about a small beauty contest a local radio station had been holding. Chester remembered distinctly. He was losing his temper --but the Lab Boys told him to be patient and watch. Obviously all the contestants had all used BEautifulTM -- there wasn’t a cup size smaller than a G in the bunch. Of course Chester had gotten used to this since the original problem years ago. Then the Lab Boys that had produced the tape explained that there was an inactive ingredient in BEautifulTM that reacted with the ThinFemmeTM.

Almost on cue, something started to happen on the video tape. At first, Chester thought it was just the girl’s breasts that were enlarging. Then one after one, the girl’s dresses began to tighten, then to split as first their bellies, then their whole bodies swelled up and expanded. Within a minute, every contestant looked pregnant with triplets. Within two minutes, the pregnant-looking top-heavy girls’ bodies began taking on a rounder shape. By the end of five minutes, every big breasted beauty had bloated up into a complete sphere-- with only heads, hands, feet, nipples and popped belly buttons to tell you that they were women. Chester remembered staring in disbelief at the 50 unfortunate swollen girls rolling freely about the stage-- like a giant game of billiards with pink, brown and golden fleshtone balls-- each 15 feet across.

He hadn’t been able to turn on a TV since. There were reports everywhere of women suddenly blowing up into spheres. Even poor Zahn had swollen up-- right in his office while preparing for “dictation”. Chester’d only left his office for a minute, but when he got back, his whole office was filled with the immense shiny taut brown sphere that was Zahn. He’d almost put his eye out walking into the protrusion of her belly button. It’d taken him an hour to calm her down. They’d literally had to rip out the outside wall to get her out --That was why he was in the board room now. Chester puffed on his cigar, now almost gone.

This morning he’d received the first of the lawsuits. Gentech’s lawyers had informed him that the amount of money they stood to lose made the tobacco settlements look like bus fare. Standing up, he looked out the windows, watching as a team of paramedics rolled an immense pink sphere/woman up onto the back of a flatbed truck next to another even bigger one. That would be Virginia from accounting, he thought to himself. She’d begun to swell up only a few hours ago. Poor thing... she was supposed to get married on Saturday --now she was just a great big pink balloon. Realistically, what were they going to do? Roll her down the aisle? He could just hear the minister.. “and do you take this sphere to be your lawfully wedded wife?” This was a going to be bad. Christ, that other girl on the truck was nearly 30 feet across!!

Shutting the blinds, Chester sat back down and lit another cigar. The worst part of all of this, was that they still hadn’t figured a way to deflate the women yet. Zahn, Virginia, and all the others were just being transported to a local stadium --which was quickly filling up, as were similar stadiums, parks and warehouse around the country (That reminded him, it was almost visiting hour and he had to get some flowers for Zahn.) There was a glimmer of hope though, Chester thought. The Lab Boys had recently perfected a new fertility wonder drug -- Testing showed that was almost impossible for a woman using it not to get pregnant --if this proved true, perhaps they could recoup their losses -- reproductive medicine was after all, a booming business! In fact, Chester thought, the lab boys should be getting the results back from the first tests any day now...