Y2BE

"There you go, Susie," the Doctor said. "Those new implants have a computer chip inside that will prevent an overinfluction of saline and oxygen, thus helping you retain perfect health."

"Thank you, Doctor," Susie said, cupping her new E-sized breasts in her hands. She hugged the Doctor, giving him a faceful of her eye-popping cleavage.

"No, thank you," said the Doctor. "We've been wanting to test these computerized implants for a long time. You're the only person who wanted to try them."

"Only me?" Susie asked.

"Yes. Everyone else felt that they didn't want a computer chip inside their bodies," the Doctor explained.

"Their loss," Susie grinned, squeezing her tits. Still grinning like a bimbo, she skipped out of the Doctor's office, her boobs bouncing from side to side.

Once she was gone, the Doctor said to himself, "Of course, what she doesn't know, and probably never will, is that I've completely remodeled her entire body. The circuits I implanted in her body will ensure that she keeps those particular proportions: her large breasts, impossibly thin waist, and big, curvy ass will provide me with a blueprint for how my future patients will look." He then went to his lab to study the transmissions already being sent from the circuits implanted in Susie's hooters, abdomen, and buttocks.

As time went on, Susie discovered the other "improvements" the Doctor had made and began wearing skimpier, tighter clothes that drove men to their knees when they saw her. In the summer, she was rarely seen wearing a top that went below her ribcage. She flaunted every curve, every millimeter of her lean, sexy body, and she was damn proud of it. Even in the winter, she wore skintight snowsuits which accentuated her perfect body.

In December 1999, 6 years after the implants had been installed, Susie decided to throw a millennium party and invited only guys. Her female friends understood perfectly.

"Hell, if we had bodies like that, we'd only invite guys to our parties, too," they said. New Year's Eve was a remarkably warm night, so Susie wore one of her "baggy shirts", which didn't even completely cover her wondrous orbs, and a miniskirt. At 8 PM, her guests began to arrive.

The first was Frank, one of Susie's neighbors and her closest friend. After Susie's operation, Frank had been spending more and more time at her house. No one knew exactly what they did during those long visits, but everyone shared the same theory: Frank and Susie would have sex every time Frank visited. Now, as Frank stepped through Susie's threshold, he gazed and drooled at the sight of Susie's curves squeezed into her way-too-small outfit.

"Susie, you look even hotter than you did yesterday," he eventually managed to say.

"Speaking of hot," Susie said in her sexiest voice, "if I weren't having this party, we could really turn up the heat." She pressed her curvy body against Frank's chest, then quickly backed away as the next guest approached.

Across town, the Doctor sat in his laboratory, sound asleep. He had no life whatsoever, so he spent all his time monitoring the microchips implanted in Susie's body, making sure nothing went wrong. Suddenly, he was rudely awakened by his computer's blaring alarm. Punching in a few commands, he saw why the alarm had gone off.

"Oh no!" he cried. "The circuits -- they aren't Y2K compliant! When they go haywire in 5 minutes, there's no telling what damage the saline/oxygen overinfluction will cause!" He grabbed his coat and rushed off, hoping to deactivate the chips in time. (Yeah, like that's gonna happen in a BE story!)

"5...4...3...2..." Susie and her guests counted down the seconds to midnight. They were all excited, mainly because Susie had promised to rip off her shirt at the stroke of midnight.

"...1! Happy New Year!" they shouted. Grabbing the collar of her shirt, Susie ripped off the garment, exposing the red and blue bra underneath. Then she tore that apart, her naked tits showing in all their glory. The smile she wore flickered for a second as a small electric surge jolted through her torso. But she quickly dismissed it and spent the night having her breasts rubbed by the guys.

The next morning, Susie awoke and found herself looking at two-foot wall of blanket sticking up where her chest was. Throwing off her covers, she saw that her breasts were protruding two feet away from her chest and were as erect as a pair of action figures.

"Oh my God! I'm huge!" Racing to her full-length mirror, Susie's jaw dropped open at the grossly exaggerated curves her body now sported. Below her breasts was an impossibly small waist, followed by a remarkable combination of hips and buttocks that flared out about a foot on each side. Susie winced as another shock raced through her body. The shock was followed by a slight tingling, and as Susie looked on, her tits swelled to comical sizes, and her ass inflated like a double balloon. The amazing breasts grew until they were pressed tight against the full-length mirror. Stepping back several feet, Susie looked at her incredible body. The enormous boobs she now held with both hands were inexpressibly gigantic, as was her bottom, which looked like someone had placed an overinflated beach ball between her legs and waist, now inexplicably small, small and thin as a pencil, almost. Yet, Susie was not horrified by her freakishly proportioned body. Instead, she was jumping for joy, her mams bouncing in every direction. Her revelry was cut short by the doorbell. That must be Frank, Susie thought excitedly. Wait'll he gets a load of the new and improved me! But it wasn't Frank; it was the Doctor.

"Susie...the chips...not compliant..." he said breathlessly. As he stopped to catch his breath, he noticed Susie's overabundant hourglass figure.

"I see you've already discovered that," he murmured, hypnotized by Susie's jiggling bosom.

"Yeah, I'm enthralled and everything, but why are my boobs and ass growing, while my waist is shrinking out of existence?"

"Well, Susie," the Doctor began, "the computer chips I implanted in your body are not Y2K compliant. At midnight last night, the chips went haywire, so to speak, and caused an overinfluction of saline and oxygen, with the oxygen outweighing the saline 72.8 to 27.2, thus causing your curves to increase enormously every time you experience a small electric shock going through your body..." He continued droning on for hours, as scientists tend to do. During his boring lecture, Susie went through three more "growth spurts." By the time he had concluded his talking, Susie had a bust beyond all possible definition, an ass bigger than a dumptruck, and a waist less than 4 inches around, thus pinning her to the floor with the weight of her mighty curves.

"Well, I see you're having a hard time getting up, so I'll deactivate the chip in your waist before it gets so small you snap in two." He pulled out a device from thin air and pressed a button. Susie felt a slight jolt in her midsection which faded quickly.

"Bye," the Doctor said, making his exit. Susie lay struggling on the floor for 10 minutes until Frank arrived. Upon sighting the enormous pile of flesh that was Susie, he stood completely rigid, and I mean completely!

"Well, don't just stand there, man!" Susie shouted. "Get me into bed, and let the fun commence!" A broad grin split her face as the most powerful shock yet rocked her bulging body. A rumbling filled the air as the roof of Susie's house lifted slightly off it supports. Those who looked closely noticed the roof seemed to be held in mid-air by what appeared to be an enormous butt.

Shortly afterwards, Frank moved in with Susie, and every day, loud moans could be heard from inside the house, as the roof continued to raise higher and higher into the sky...