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Warning: Adult Content, Breast Expansion Horsetits: A Tale of Excess Started - 8/12/2011 by: Killenor Finished - 1/01/2011

Dancing... was there anything more exhausting? Carolyn considered for a moment and decided that perhaps soccer, rugby, and gymnastics. Heaving a heavy sigh, she stalked out alone from the girl's locker room, rubbing at a nagging sore muscle in her shoulder. She caught her reflection in the wide mirrors of the connecting ladies room and sighed again.

She flicked her head, sending her shining mane of sun-bleached hair swishing across her fine, feminine, equine features. With a quick flick of her hand, her hair was smoothed and draped over the left side of her face. Though her coached had often demanded that she cut it, lest a rival player grab it in the heat of a game, she refused time and again thanks to her next most notable feature.

Her face riddled with sadness, Carolyn cupped her flat, unimpressive, muscular chest. A grimace stretched across the corners of her lips as she felt how flat her palms felt resting against her non-existent bosom. Indeed, only her nipples contributed any sort of contour to her chest.

Chest, she growled to herself, that's all you could call it. She couldn't even qualify them as 'fried eggs on a nail' or any other stupid euphemism the other girls used for tits. Of course, thanks to a lifetime of athletic competition and rotten genetics, there was little chance of her ever filling out a bra. She was good looking, she knew, having taken many things from her mother and grandmother. Her hips were wide and strong, her behind was tight, and her face was pretty enough to be in magazines. But damn it all if other people didn't STILL mistake her for a male!

In her twenty-two years of life, nearly half of it spent becoming an adult; she had yet to gain that one obviously feminine feature. While contact sports had given her the body of a weightlifter, dancing and gymnastics had kept her from gaining any reasonable amount of fat. Disgusted, she threw her wet towel into her reflection's face and stomped out into the gym atrium.

***

Carolyn slumped heavily onto her bed. The entirety of her run home had been consumed with thoughts of competition and strategy, what meets where when and who to beat at them. She let it consume her mind, hoping to rid herself of other distractions. Now, however, she had nothing to focus on. She was just too tired from a full day of practice, too exhausted to think for one minute more about sports, physical exertion, strategy... anything.

Well... not anything. A flicker of thought crossed her mind as she tried to calm her self-deprecating mind into sleep. She saw a vision of loveliness caper across the insides of her eyelids. A magnificent stallion, she imagined. The man for her. The man who could keep up with her, love her, please her... make her a real woman.

In her mind, she was just the perfect woman, and he the perfect man. Just like the Equine Gymnast Barbie and Ken dolls she had played with as a child when she wasn't training. The obvious exception, of course, was that they wouldn't have logo-stamped plastic neuter-crotches. No, she had honed her muscles, tested her responses, and 'trained' her nethers as vigorously as the rest of her body. Indeed, the man that claimed her cherry was sure to get the ride of his life. If she had figured anything from beating the other girls in rugby, it was that she didn't want it to be 'soft and gentle' in the slightest.

Her fingers crept down toward her needy virgin treasures as she felt the heat rise with her fantasies. As her fingertips made contact with the tight lycra shorts covering her loins, she bit her lip in delight. Sliding her thumbs beneath the fabric, she yanked the shorts off quickly, amusing herself by slipping the tight garment off over straight legs as she arched her back so her legs touched the wall behind her head.

As the shorts sailed across the room, Carolyn was already getting into the groove of her fantasy. Mr. Perfect swam in her vision as her pleasure built, showing off for her in a personalized dance of eroticism. She imagined him getting all excited as she pulled off the remainder of her jogging outfit, growing more aroused piece by piece.

Unfortunately, that was where things went wrong. As her form fitting top drew over her head, the expression on her fantasy man's face changed. From a smile of enjoyment and desire, his features morphed into an expression of distaste, disappointment, and confusion. Her mind racing, she wondered what went wrong as her wet dream turned rapidly into a cold shower.

"I thought you were a male!" said the stallion in her mind, echoing past encounters with homosexuals, "I was hoping for a tit-fuck," came a personally crafted rejection stemming from a plethora of pornography, "Sorry, you look too much like a little girl... it feels weird."

Begging with herself for her stallion to stay and simply love her, Carolyn's happy time soured and fell apart. Tears welled in her eyes as she curled naked upon her bed, clutching her knees and sobbing into them. All pretense of arousal had evaporated at the harsh reality of her loneliness and self-chastisement. But this sorrow lasted only a moment, just long enough for her to cry it into a bout of anger.

Her pillow sailed across the room, knocking a framed picture off the wall. Sobs of sorrow were replaced with cries of anger and rejection. Lashing out at her belongings, Carolyn proceeded to wreck her room, even not caring if anyone saw her through her bedroom window as she ripped the curtains from the wall. What did anyone out there care, as long as they didn't see beneath her waist, she was SURE no one would think her a topless female.

"Nothing but fucking pedophiles and homos!" she yelled, "I fucking HATE MEN!"

Both her fists slammed down onto her desk, carried by rage and dislodging several knickknacks from their normal positions. Breathing heavily she cast an eye over the assembled mess before her. As she calmed down, she started going over what had gone wrong. Well, besides the obvious.

Idly she started flipping through brochures, pill bottles, CDs... everything in a legacy of failure, her only real failure.

Sighing, Carolyn turned away from the breast-growth pills, the 'improving your bust through hypnosis' CDs, the prayer books... all her junk, to look at the one untouched wall. Her awards were displayed with reverence in cases and shadowboxes. Medals and ribbons, plaques and trophies. This was her legacy of success. A testament to her 'never say quit' attitude that ultimately had lead to the pile of worthless crap on her desk.

A sweep of her arm cleared the piles of self-help junk onto the floor. Frustrated, Carolyn dropped her forehead to the cool wooden surface before her and sighed heavily. When her head met slick paper, she jerked back to a sitting position. A full-colored ad remained on her tabletop, the postmark indicating it had just arrived today.

Are You Uncomfortable About Your Bust Size?

Millions of women world-wide suffer with feelings of inadequacy. But hope is here for you! Our miracle treatment is guaranteed to work, and with NO COST TO YOU! In fact, upon successful completion of our patented technique, we will PAY YOU! If it doesn't work for you, then we will also PAY YOU! Not only is our procedure safe, fast, and non-surgical but we also offer peer-reviewed information upon demand supporting our conclusions! Don't be suckered again by hear-say and anecdotal testimonials! Our treatment works! With nothing to lose and so much to gain DON'T WAIT ONE MORE SECOND! Call today or log on and make an appointment any time, day or night!

The office of Dr. Chesterfield, M.D. 417 E. Hamilton Circle Harrington Medical Plaza 3-4140-2872 [email protected]

Carolyn must have reread the brochure a dozen times. Science, they said... well the damn 'hypnosis for boobs' called itself 'science'. But as she flipped through the folded paper, examining before-and-after photos for traces of photoshop work, she noticed that they had been honest about one thing. There wasn't a single "it worked for me!" bullshit testimonial in the whole ad. Just images of the facility, people they had changed, and crazily enough a 'works cited' section listing the medical journals used in their research.

Her heart fluttered as she booted up her computer. The glow of the screen illuminated her torso, showing a relief of the flat, flat reason she was even bothering to do this. The brochure had promised that there was no money or insurance involved on her part... and like it said, what did she have to lose? Amazingly, there was an open appointment listed for the very next day.

Logging off without so much as a further tweet, Carolyn yawned and stretched. Climbing to her feet, she felt the heat of expectancy mingle with the chill air of the night against her lightly furred skin. She felt almost... giddy. Knowing she should get to sleep, but doubting she would, Carolyn arched herself over in a backbend. Grabbing the metal railing of the foot of her bed, she lifted herself completely vertical before righting herself once again on her mattress, cross-legged. As she waited for sleep to come, her thoughts filled with the new pair of breasts, only a day away.

***

Carolyn huffed as she crossed her legs for the third or fourth time, shifting position in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. Glancing around the small area that served as both the reception area and waiting room for at least six other doctor's offices, she checked on the other occupants.

A husky raccoon lady with absurdly huge hooped frames busily kept the sign-in records and "paperwork flowing for the doctors and their nurses. Her heavy chest heaved and bobbed with every movement, an obscenely pink sweater covering all but the cleavage exposed by a cunningly wrought V neck. Carolyn snorted and immediately considered that if the price of a full bosom was being THAT fat... she'd pass.

Another occupants was a cheetah girl, painfully lean as her type tended to be, with as flat a chest as hers and narrower hips to boot. Worst of all, she kept her hair cropped so short, Carolyn got to wondering whether or not she liked looking like a butch lesbo. Shaking her head she considered that if anyone needed Dr. Chesterfield's Feminizing Treatment, it was this woman... with her close behind of course.

Shuffling of papers brought her attention to a raven woman sitting perched across the room. Immediately she dismissed the idea that this one was here for this 'miracle' treatment that she was so ready to blow her money on. The avian types never even got tits to begin with... why should they be jealous of such a mammalian trait?

Just as she inhaled to heave yet another self-deprecating sigh, the door to Dr. Chesterfield's hall opened. Out stepped a real surprise indeed. A woman, very obviously a woman, clad in the sort of nurses outfit you would only think to see around Halloween, 'clop clop'ed out on high heels and peeked over her monstrous boobs at a clipboard. Carolyn's mouth fell agape.

"Julia Washington?" the nurse said in a high, peppy voice.

It wasn't the G-cup breasts, the wide hips, the hourglass figure, or the strikingly beautiful face that cause Carolyn's attention most. It was the simple fact that these traits not only looked completely natural, but that they belonged to a cockatiel woman! Impossible!

The cheetah girl, Julia being her name obviously, sprung from her seat with an eagerness that Carolyn would have envied had she not been so shocked. An instant later the exceedingly, mammalian-ly, attractive avian nurse and the flat, bull-dyke-y cheetah had disappeared behind the door. Casting her gaze over to the raven woman, she was shocked to see the surprise mirrored on those black avian features and the desire twinkling in those black beady eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, this would be worth it after all.

***

How long had it been? An hour? Two? Carolyn glanced at her watch.

Only forty minutes had passed since the cheetah girl had been called, but it felt like so much longer. The raven girl had started knitting, adding her needle-clicking to the rattle of the raccoon's long-nailed fingers upon an obviously outdated keyboard. Carolyn was going stir crazy! Had she known it would take THIS long, she could have run all the way back to her house, grabbed her forgotten i-pad or smartphone, and made it back already.

The door opened suddenly, snapping the horse-girl to attention at the sudden sound. Her eyes bulged at the figure who exited. It was the cheetah girl, at least she was fairly certain it was, bouncing out the door, a huge smile plastered across her feline features. What a change they had wrought! The sleek, thin girl had been transformed into a buxom, beautiful woman!

Obviously, the first thing Carolyn checked was the huge rack that now dominated the cheetah's chest. Ok, not HUGE, she thought, but compared to what had... or rather had not... been there before, and compared to her own mosquito-bites, they certainly were. Easily a C cup, if not a little better. Full and perky, just like she had always wanted.

The green-eyed devil behind Carolyn's black-eyed stare took to assessing the now-giggly cheetah's ample assets. It looks almost as if her hips had grown too; taking with it a flat butt, which now seemed to have just the right amount of bounce. Even that butchy haircut had changed, growing out into a cute length of blonde and black streaked tresses that hung just below her jaw line. She was like a brand new person!

And if she remembered the ad correctly... it was all natural! All science!

She had to have this treatment!

Not even soon enough for Carolyn, the door opened again. Out again stepped the cockatiel nurse.

"Carolyn Seabiscuit?" the nurse sing-songed.

Of course, Carolyn had leaped to her feet the instant she heard the first syllable of her name spoken. She didn't remember how she crossed the room, but it seemed almost instantaneously she was at the nurse's side, jealousy and desire practically dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Right this way, hon." The nurse said pluckily, leading her down a very generic looking hallway.

Carolyn followed without question, eager to meet this Dr. Chesterfield and experience his life changing procedure first-hand.

Now, she sat in an even smaller waiting room... at least that was how she perceived examination rooms... though it was definitely a step in the right direction. The cockatiel nurse, who introduced herself as Tatianna, took her vitals, asked her a few routine questions, tested her reflexes... and then dropped a bomb of a question right in Carolyn's lap.

"Are you still a virgin?" Tatianna asked, sounding as if this was just as routine a question as 'have you ever had a cold?'

Luckily, Carolyn's black fur hid her furiously blushing cheeks, though her bulging eyes betrayed her embarrassment at the question.

"Um... I..." Carolyn sputtered.

"I see," Tatianna said knowingly, though it still seemed as though she was sing-songing the words.

"D...does it really matter?" Carolyn stuttered in an uncharacteristic moment of nervousness. She so desperately wished for this procedure to go well that the question unnerved her.

"Oh, not very much." Tatiana said with a bird-smile, "It's... well, the doctor can explain it better than I can. But sometimes the feminizing procedures do get a tad... invasive? We just need to check for liability issues and all that."

"I see," said Carolyn with an exhale of sheer relief, "Well then, yes, I've never... you know."

"Alright, I'll just put down that you are a virgin and I'll get Dr. Chesterfield in here in just a minute." Tatiana chirped as she skipped out the door cheerily.

Just a minute, Carolyn thought, well I won't hold my breath. A minute in 'doctor speak' is like fifteen or twenty minutes. Idly, she looked about at the exam room, noting the medical reference charts on the wall... so many of them of the female anatomy... though since that was what she was there for, it wasn't too out of place. It just reminded her, uncomfortably, of gynecologist's offices, cold hands, and colder instruments. She glanced around suspiciously, noting that the exam table did indeed have those cursedly uncomfortable stirrups included.

Oddly though, she didn't see any of the normally ubiquitous pamphlets or magazines that typically clustered about normal doctor's offices. Not a single ad for a drug or procedure, no petition lists for 'fair medical care' or some other cause, and definitely no New Mothers magazines. But she only had a minute to marvel at these similarities and differences before Dr. Chesterfield walked in.

Carolyn turned her head in surprise as the door opened. Whatever her expectations were for what Dr. Chesterfield might actually look like... a dirty little old man image featured prominently in her imagination... these were dismissed as she turned her face right into the largest pair of breasts she had ever accidentally buried her muzzle in! Ok, so it was the only pair... but considering that her nose touched the sternum while the edge of this woman's bra rested just shy of the chin beneath her molars... it was quite a pair! The giggling voice that followed only added to her sudden confusion.

"Well Hello there Carolyn," the cheery voice greeted, "I'm Doctor Mellany Chesterfield."

Carolyn jerked back, totally surprised and embarrassed, to extract her face from the pillowy soft cleavage. Breathing hard, she tried to sputter out half-formed apologies. Her frantic eyes beheld the doctor, holding a hand to her mouth, giggling in a genuinely mirthful tone. She had to be the most feminine lagomorph Carolyn had ever seen! She couldn't tell if she was a hare or some other variety of rabbit, but it didn't matter. She looked like a cross between a plush doll and a Lapine Doctor Barbie... well that, but with MONSTER boobage.

She was completely white except for the eyes, blood red, with features that Carolyn swore gave her the look of a cartoon character after drinking about twelve gallons of coffee. The edge of madness.

"Uh... h-hi. I'm... uh..." she started.

"Carolyn Seabiscuit?" Chesterfield said peppily. "Yeah, I know."

Carolyn's confusion only grew at the unprofessional mannerism of this... woman. The fact that she looked like a centerfold playing doctor, only made it worse.

"No need to apologize," she continued, her tone melding into something much more conversational, "happens all the time. And with any luck, you'll get to experience it very soon!"

"Uh... doc, look... I just..." Carolyn tried to edge in.

"Oh, are you a bit nervous?" the doctor asked suddenly, her tone switching again to one of deep concern. She sat right next to Carolyn. "I know just how you feel. You wonder if my procedure works. You've tried everything, and now you're hoping I'm not some quack doctor who's gonna stuff you full of silicone, water, poisons, and plastic right?"

"Well... uh... y" Carolyn started.

"Oh well there's absolutely nothing to worry about!" the doctor giggled, slapping Carolyn gently on the shoulder, "I'm not even asking you for any money sweetie! I've performed my feminizing treatments on dozens of girls! I hope you got to see Julia, the girl before you, before she left. Quite the success on her!"

"I di..."

"Oh great! Yes, she responded incredibly well to it! A complete change. Now, I'm told you're a virgin, but there is just a couple more questions that I need to know before we go on."

"Uh... ok," Carolyn said, unsure of when the barrage would continue.

"Alright then," Chesterfield said, fishing out a pair of invisi-frame glasses from her coat pocket, "Are you allergic to anything unusual, such as metals, sun, water, pressure, exercise, kissing, or electromagnetic frequencies caused by electronic devices?"

"People can be allergic to those things?" Carolyn said, confused, "No, not that I know of."

"Are you afraid of confined spaces, probes, surgical equipment, or flexible metal hoses?" the doc continued, sounding very serious despite her cheerful voice.

"No"

"Would you be willing to sign a waiver preventing us from liability should your hymen be compromised during these procedures?" again sounding totally serious and professional.

"WHAT?!" Carolyn sputtered. What was with these people, she wondered. Images of weird virgin sacrificing devil cults rocketed through her mind. "What the hell is with you and my virginity?!"

"Well you're correct; I haven't really explained the procedure. You see, the feminizing treatment uses an osmotic forced infusion of certain metabolites as well as advanced geno-re-sequencing, cellular therapies, hydro-elasticity enhancement, and micro-cellular modification to achieve our desired results. But due to the... ah... delicate nature of the instruments... well it can get a tad invasive. Of course, unless you don't elect to utilize the FULL treatment, which is not really recommended, there is no risk. However there is a roughly 0.003% chance that your hymen may be compromised by the lower body portion of the treatment. A very minor risk at only three in one hundred thousand virgins experiencing any sort of complication."

"Um... well... I was really just hoping for a boob job, yannow?"

"Alrighty then!" Chesterfield exclaimed, not disappointed in the slightest, "though if that is your decision, I'm required to inform you that only your breasts and lower back will be augmented, nothing else. Of course you can always change your mind later... I just need you to sign this acknowledgement and we can get started."

Feeling like she was signing some sort of devil's deal, especially what with Dr. Chesterfield's bright red eyes staring at her intently, Carolyn took the proffered clipboard and pen. Glancing down the medical waiver, her eyes felt like they would cross permanently from all the legalese. But this was what she wanted. Just a fine enough rack was all she needed and she was certain that once she had it, her life would be complete. Noting absently that the pen with which she signed her name held red ink, she resigned herself to the crazy white rabbit... come what may.

***

Well this_is an improvement_, Carolyn thought to herself, having gone from the exam room to a spacious lab.

It was a dimly lit room, reminding her of those crazy huge X-ray labs she knew from her childhood. But beside the imaging table, the similarities ended there. Dozens of arcane looking apparatus hung from mechanical armatures fixed over the ceilings. IV stands held odd liquids as did tubes upon steel gurneys. Finally, she noticed the hoses. Very odd metallic, segmented hoses, five to be exact, attached to steel tanks bearing several warning labels and to adjustable looking cups that she guessed would attach to a person.

Nervous in her hospital gown, Carolyn paced back and forth across the checkered linoleum. Absently, she noticed the strategically positioned drains around the table and fretted over the unknown process she was about to endure. But despite this creepy setting, she consoled herself that if nothing else, she would be paid for this and maybe get a pair of breasts in the process... hell she'd be happy with legitimate A-cups as long as her bra stopped being just a formality.

Dr. Chesterfield and Nurse Tatiana entered silently, though they brought with them an air of excitement. Mostly ignoring Carolyn, they commenced preparing things. Manicured fingers danced across keyboards and touch-screens, readying the equipment for another usage.

"Lie down on the table please," said the nurse.

Carolyn hurried, swept up in the excitement, to comply with the request. Her first surprise was that the surface was pleasantly warm, not cold as she had expected. First she sat herself down, preparing to rotate beneath the hanging armatures.

"Oh, and please lose the gown and remain as still as you can." Dr. Chesterfield added.

With a bit of apprehension, Carolyn untied the flimsy cloth strings that held the shapeless garment upon her. Glancing suspiciously around at the pair, she decided the worst that could happen was that the treatment would fail. Deciding to just go for it, she wadded the cloth and tossed it deftly to a hamper at the far wall. Now totally nude, she flicked her mane of hair at the chill of the room and lay down upon the soothingly warm table.

"Scanner Ready," a computer voice sounded through the room, "Please remain still for body image calibration."

Ok, that was a little "Sy-Fy Channel", thought Carolyn, usually computers don't talk unless it's your printer telling you why it can't do its job. But hope overrode her doubts and a moment later a grid was drawn across her naked form. The squares of shadow between the lines of light shrunk rapidly as the scanner increased resolution.

"You know," Tatiana said conversationally, "This scanner has the same scanning resolution as GPS satellites? Those things can take pictures of cars from orbit. Isn't that cool?!"

Oh yes, thought Carolyn, THAT makes me feel better... every hair on my body examined by some crazy supercomputer. Maybe I can get the outputs and stick 'em on my Facebook account. See the Amazing Breastless Woman! Just like some sideshow freak.

A hum filled the room, so low and deep that Carolyn could feel pressure changes in her eardrums. The machine had started. The flexible tubes and armatures took on a life of their own, several sections lighting and moving as the apparatus powered up to do its magic.

"Alright, just to confirm," yelled Dr. Chesterfield over the din, "You only wish to enhance your breasts, correct?"

"Right!" Carolyn shouted, louder than she needed to really.

"Any particular size in mind?"

"Probably something in a C range... I don't want them to look unnatural though."

Without another word, the machine engaged, the robotic tendrils flexing out to place breast-shaped cups upon Carolyn's flat chest. Somehow, she expected them to be cold, but was surprised when they felt room temperature. Odd sensations at her back told her that slots had opened in the table, allowing more fixtures to attach to her back. Through the translucent plastic she could see tiny metallic... somethings... extrude from the articulated metal hoses.

"You may feel some sensations of discomfort," Tatiana called, "But don't worry, it's totally worth it."

Oh THAT puts me at ease, Carolyn thought sarcastically. This, however, was the only thought she was able to complete before the shock began. It was like having her nipples pinched just a little bit too hard. A gasp and a moan escaped her open mouth as the sensation spread across her chest and then her back. Soon it faded into a prickling tickle, but she was in no mood for a laugh. She tried to arch her back as the feelings intensified once again but found herself held fast to the table.

"Just hold still as much as you can. The next part gets a little... fun." Chesterfield yelled, punctuating her words with a piercing giggle.

How right she was! Carolyn's breathing quickened and her heart raced as the sensations changed. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see the canisters of strange colored fluids draining down through the tubes. This... whatever it was... was pumping directly into her chest. At first, the liquid felt unnaturally cool against the warmth of the apparatus, but after a few moments of adjustment it caused the most arousing sensations.

It felt quite a lot like the time Carolyn had first discovered the sensitivity of her chest. She remembered fond times of tweaking her own nipples and jumping at the feelings. Though she had always felt ashamed of the size of them, she simply couldn't ignore this special area of her body. But now! Now it felt as though someone were hitting every nerve in them at once.

Curious of the progress, her eyes drifted down to the translucent cups clamped to her chest. Amazing! They were half filled with dark black flesh instead of a maze of metal filaments. Better yet, she could see the hazy outline of her nipples sitting perkily atop the fleshy mounds growing within! It was working!

"More!" Carolyn screamed, "I want them as big as you can go!"

On the machine went for several minutes more. The noise of it was intense, but the swelling pleasure in Carolyn's body, as well as the excitement at watching herself grow, made her not even realize how loud it was. She did notice when the machine finally disengaged, whining, spinning down like a jet engine. The sensations faded until they were but a dull tingle, akin to a limb falling asleep.

"HOW ARE YOU FEELING?!" Dr. Chesterfield's voice blasted, assaulting her eardrums in the silence. The doctor blushed a bit, the color standing out even through the thin white fur on her cheeks, "I'm sorry, forgot my indoor voice. How are you feeling?"

Carolyn stretched a bit before replying, reporting a bevy of stiffnesses and numb spots.

"Well, that's completely natural," Tatiana chirped, "How about let's unwrap our new presents then shall we?"

The busty avian nurse disengaged the clamps upon her back first, working her hands under the table and giving Carolyn a deep view of her downy feathered cleavage. The machinery took so long to unhook that Carolyn was feeling plenty uncomfortable by the time Tatiana stepped back to work on the chest cups.

"Now unfortunately we didn't have quite enough serum prepared to comply with your second request..." she warned, "but I still think we'll have something special here."

The cups came away each with a wet suckering sound. But as they moved away, Carolyn was shocked. There they were! Two large, beautiful, perfectly formed tits, all for her! How heavy they felt without those cups holding them up!

The doctor and nurse helped her into a sitting position. From here she marveled at how they drooped only a little, but seemed still to move and sway, just like real ones! Best of all, her back seemed stronger! Plenty strong enough to carry these new funbags! Experimentally she put a hand to one.

"Oh! Careful," Chesterfield cautioned, "They're going to be a mite..."

"AAAH!!!" Carolyn yelled in surprise as her hand made contact. Her every nerve was still excited, her chest every bit as sensitive as it had ever been if not more-so.

"...Responsive." the white rabbit doctor finished. "I'll... um... go get you a towel."

It was only then that Carolyn realized what had happened. Unbeknownst to her, while she was being 'grown', her body had been more stimulated than she realized. And now, with the added stimulus of a suddenly super-delicate titty touch, she had just had an orgasm all over the treatment table!

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she blurted, completely embarrassed.

"No worries at all," laughed Tatiana, "You've no idea how often that happens."

"Every time, in fact" Dr. Chesterfield joined in, melding her laugh with her nurse's, "Sometimes more than once during the full treatment."

Sheepishly, Carolyn cleaned herself up, excused herself to a dressing room, and imagined what kind of man she'd get with these puppies. She'd have to try them out as soon as possible... and if possible this very night!

***

Those folks had better make some money on that damn procedure, thought Carolyn as she sipped at her Pink Squirrel; those bras, new shirts, lotions and prescriptions certainly COST enough. She still could believe that the Wahl-y-mart only had ONE bra her size in stock! Worse yet it didn't even FIT properly... wasn't even a SPORTS bra. Looked like some sort of Victorian nightmare.

Her ears perked as they caught a few familiar notes. Something from her childhood. Immediately her eyes rolled as she recognized "Material Girl" playing over the din of conversation about the bar, sung by some twaty pop-star bimbo. Shit, she thought rudely to herself, I don't care how much cash my man has, just so long as he gives me the ride of my life.

Stirring her drink, she cast her gaze around the room and quickly returned it to the door. No one here was worthy of her, she decided, but perhaps with luck her prince would step in any minute. She did notice, with no small amount of pride, how several males turned away as her eyes met theirs... or rather, as her eyes noticed where their eyes were looking.

"Buy you another?" came a voice behind her.

A rat boy, she noticed upon turning, dressed like a complete and total douche-bag was the source of the voice. Disheveled, white and black furred, and dressed like some ghetto trash collector, he had the demeanor of someone who tried far too hard to get turned down every few minutes of each night. Worse yet, the white sleeveless T-shirt, holey jeans, worn out skater shoes, and black coarse-knit beanie screamed "abuser" to Carolyn. To top it all off, he leered down at her voluminous chest without a hint of shame.

"Naw, I'm at my limit," Carolyn said firmly as she could. Inwardly flattered at the attention, but at the same time affronted by this wretched excuse for a male.

"Girl, I been searchin' all my life for a treasure like you. But yannow, I've got treasure too. How about come back to my place and I'll show ya my jewels." he pressed lewdly.

"I only like stones bigger than a quarter carat." Carolyn retorted, flustered. Did all stacked women have to put up with this? Shouldn't there be a law that you could only date people a step above or a step below? She was clearly an 8 now, and he was definitely a 2 or 3. Unfortunately, he continued unperturbed.

"Aw come on baby, I just wanna get close to ya." he said with an ugly grin, "Just as close as I can."

"I'd let you between my thighs," Carolyn said, switching her tone to what she hoped was seductive, "But it'd only be to snap you in half with 'em. How about you go find someone in your own league."

"Damn, what a break that'd be. I'd be sure to make it worth your while before ya broke me." he said obviously full of false hope, "Now why don't ya stop bein' a bitch and lemme buy ya a drink."

She was about to tell the guy unceremoniously to fuck off, but what happened next she would remember forever as fate smiling upon her.

"This guy bothering you?" said another voice from behind.

It was him! Her dream man! Without a doubt, it was just the one from her every wet dream!

"I... ahh, I was just offering her a drink is all." The rat cringed, trying badly to keep his cool.

"Sounded like the word 'bitch' exscaped yer lips," the stallion said with a slight buck-toothed whistling sound to most of his S's.

"I, uh, I wasn't sayin' nuthin' like that," he explained, "I was sayin' it like a joke yannow?"

"Either you did, or you didn't," the stallion countered, "but I'm tellin' ya friendly-like to shove off."

With that, the rat jumped up with an air of indignance.

"Yo man, fuck you," he said sharply, pointing his finger in the big stallion's face, "I ain't gotta put up with this shit from some fuckin' hay-munchers." He looked meanly down at Carolyn, "hope you like slow an' stupid. You coulda had me getting' ya off all damn night!"

With that, the rat stormed out, leaving Carolyn and her dream man alone. Somehow, it seemed like the conflict had drained all the noise out of the place, though now it returned in a rush. The stallion took a seat beside her and flashed her a winning smile.

"Sorry 'bout him," he said in his odd voice, "some guys can be real assholes when they see a hot filly all alone. Hope he didn't cause you too much trouble. My name's Victor by the way."

Carolyn's heart fluttered. He thought she was hot?! And still young enough looking to be called a filly?! This was something out of her many sordid dreams. Somehow, some way, fate had decided to give her everything she wanted right here, right now. Sure he sounded a bit like a gopher character from some cartoon bear's show, but everything else physically seemed perfect.

After several minutes of conversation she discovered that his perfection was more than skin-deep. Victor was an athlete, a gymnast even, skilled at floor work, vaulting, and high bar. He knew how to dance, was a runner, and held a black belt in karate. On anyone else, she might have considered this thick-headed boasting, but years of her own competition, and the physical wonder of his body, told her that he meant what he said.

He loved watching everything she liked to do, as she loved watching those things he professed to enjoy. Best yet, he dropped hints that he also enjoyed auto-racing... and not just watching it. When he mentioned S7-twin, she swore that she could suddenly smell his wallet from deep within his pocket. The absolute cherry on this awesome-man sundae was that he seemed to be genuinely interested in HER as well!

But then he dropped a bit of a bomb.

"So tell me," Victor said with a whistle, "How do you make it in gymnastics with that figure of yours? It must be real difficult."

Carolyn suddenly knew exactly what a deer felt like when confronted by a police-blockade's worth of headlights. How was she going to explain this away?! The largest chest she'd ever SEEN on a serious gymnast was barely a B-cup... and that chick hadn't made it anywhere near the championships. Such a lifestyle required a woman to become dangerously fat-free, often to the point where she sacrificed her reproductive capacities to properly compete!

"They're... a recent development," she said, falling back on honesty after finding it impossible to construct a decent lie, "Honestly, I'm a success story. I used to be flat as a board until I tried a revolutionary medical treatment. It... well... you can see the results for yourself."

Victor stared a moment, trying to let the truth sink in. Somehow, he found it exceptionally difficult to believe her story. So written upon his face was it that Carolyn felt that she had to do the only thing she knew that could convince him.

"And if you don't believe me," she said, running a finger up and down his arm, "I suppose I could prove it to you. They're totally real. And I suppose, once you've been convinced, we can see about a little exercise routine, just to make sure I've still got it."

She knew she had made an impression. His eyes, having till this point been mostly looking into hers, were now definitely aimed roughly a foot lower and fixed. He was considering it, that much was obvious, but somehow she expected there was something left that would seal the deal.

"Look," she said firmly, "I'm just being honest here. I just got 'em, they're totally real and natural, and I have... things I want to try out... with a male, yannow. I'm not going for any sort of commitment just yet. I just want a fun time. You game?"

If this were a cartoon, she thought as she observed his reaction, his eyes would be little casino-style 'Jackpot!' signs. There was no doubt about what his answer would be. She'd seen it in the faces of many a porn star, mistaken pedophile, and ex-boyfriend at the beach. It was lust. That simple, primal instinct that told males 'you're about to get laid!' and told women that they'd best not be wearing their granny panties tonight.

***

Her gold-digger sense was way off, Carolyn decided as she crossed the threshold of Victor's home. Not only had his Saleen S7 been completely real, but the 'pad' he had mentioned off-handedly was nothing short of a mansion. The artistically rendered gates protecting the entrance to the place had read Slew Manor in what she assumed to be gold plated letters.

What Victor Slew, inheritor of a lineage of racing champions, had been doing in that bar, she would never know, but one thing was certain. She couldn't blow it now.

Carolyn's family, descended from a wealthy and well-bred line, had never been this rich. Sure she owned her own place, owed nothing in debt, and could practically do as she pleased... but she had never been this rich. The evidence hung from the walls of the foyer as richly painted portraits of each of Victor's sires and dames dating back to an ancestor nicknamed after some city in the northwest.

But there was simply no time to stand and admire. Victor lead her through the elaborate entrance to a wing of the house dedicated to physical perfection. He took her past an Olympic pool room, a weight room filled with equipment of every variety, and even a small dojo. They stopped at a final set of double-doors, both seemingly carved from their own giant tree. Inside was a gymnasium equipped with every set of training equipment a person could need.

Best of all, Victor hadn't bragged about any of this. Not once during the entire trip had he even hinted that he had access to this sort of luxury. But then again, Carolyn thought, Victor certainly seems the sort to prove by doing and not by boasting. She certainly hoped he didn't need to boast about anything out of her other plans for this night.

Their clothes were really inappropriate for workouts, but Carolyn wondered if this might prove advantageous as she caught him glancing her way, his gaze lingering as she stretched her lithe body as it strained against the confines of clothing more suited to a bar. Of course, she hardly imagined her own eyes were behaving themselves. As he stood and bounded off down the mat, she found herself wondering, perhaps even hoping, that something might rip in a strategic place.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she rose, leaping after him and tumbling across the mat. A brief thought was given to whether she found him or her new assets more confounding to her gymnastics routine before she slipped into a rhythm of motion that allowed her the occasional glance. Cartwheels, flips, and handsprings... boy they were difficult with her new breasts. Not only were they heavy, but they confounded her balance, causing her to land with less grace than she hoped. Thankfully, Dr. Chesterfield's treatment had enhanced her back muscles, or else the extra weight would have been impossible to manage.

Both were impressed by the others ability and more than a bit titillated by the exposure of well toned stomachs and the occasional peek of a largely unsupportive bra. Carolyn worried, that her new acquisition might break entirely, leaving her totally unsupported. Luckily, those under-wires were stronger than they looked, and her spinning momentum didn't make too much force. By the end, both were sweaty, but rather invigorated. They were both used to much harsher workouts. This was just play.

"Damn... I've got to find sports bras in my size," Carolyn chuckled as they walked toward the gym exit, "These things are way too unbalancing. I can't believe how much more difficult they make handsprings."

"I must admit," Victor admitted, "I was amazed that you could still pull those moves off. Not to put to sharp a point on it, but I honestly didn't believe you when I met you."

Carolyn decided to let his misconceptions slide. After all, she thought, she wouldn't have believed her either. But now, her more pressing concern was how hot and bothered she had become watching his routine. She could only imagine what sort of Adonis he might be when unclothed... In fact...

"You know, now is normally when I hit the showers..." She said as seductively as she could manage, "You... ah... gonna hit the showers too?"

Beneath his dark brown cheek-fur, Carolyn could see the subtle hints of a blush. She knew what he was thinking... she was certainly thinking it too. He was imagining her naked, imagining the things they would do together in the shower, imagining her hair glistening wet as water cascaded down her toned, but now very tit-tacular, body.

"So where are we gonna go?" Carolyn asked innocently as she followed Victor down the hall.

"I figured I'd show you the shower room." He responded, his confidence resounding in his voice, "since you asked and all."

Try as she might, Carolyn couldn't remember the walk to the showers. The only image she had in her mind was Victor's tight, toned hindquarters as he led her on. The "shower room" was more like a shower hall! It was clearly large enough for a team to clean off. It had whirlpool tubs, massage benches, lockers... everything they could need... even a private shower, presumably for the team captain. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Carolyn shimmied over to a bench and began taking her shirt off.

"You gonna get ready?" Carolyn asked casually as she tossed her shirt down and stretched, sucking in her muscled stomach and thrusting her chest forward to emphasize things a little better.

Victor's shirt was off before she turned about. So too were his shoes kicked off and under the bench. She caught him slipping his second sock off over his hoof as she reached back and made to unhook her bra. The unfamiliar action caused her much concern... how did normal women deal with this sort of monster contraption! She felt like she needed eyes, and arms, in the back of her...

"Victor? Could you help me off with this?" she asked with a sudden burst of inspiration, "I am really new to these things."

Oh to see his face right now, she thought as he moved behind her. How many women had he been with? Carolyn was sure that, no matter the answer, none of them had a body like hers. Sculpted physique and huge, real fun-bags together had to be working in her favor. As the hooks came undone, she felt the pressure lessening. With a huge sigh of release she felt the cursed strap give way. Holding her hands over the cups of her bra, she turned to look at Victor.

"Ready to inspect?" Carolyn asked softly, "I mean I want you to make sure they're real and that I'm not lying to you."

Victor's hands slid over hers and, with a smile, confirmed his readiness. Away the bra came, baring her luscious, large-yet-perky, and only mildly pressure marked breasts. Moaning softly, Carolyn reached up to massage away the pressured feelings and jiggle her soft but firm orbs teasingly.

"So, how would you like to test them?" she giggled.

"I think I've got a few ideas." Victor said happily, "First, we have to check for scars. I've come across quite a few fakes, so..."

Carolyn gasped lightly as Victor's fingers brushed over her toned stomach. His fingertips parted the short fur easily. His touch starting just below the lowest of Carolyn's six-pack stomach muscles, which she noted was conveniently just above her shorts' waistband, and worked its way upward past her belly button and to the bottom of her ribs. Unused to the touch of another's hand, Carolyn jumped and laughed at the ticklish softness of Victor's fingers upon her.

"Good so far," Victor said, "One of the ways they try to hide it is to put them in around the belly button, so I've heard. Very nice by the way. Good to know when someone is ticklish. But next, lift your arms."

Hesitantly, she complied. After how ticklish she was with just her stomach, her armpits now seemed like a real worry. Her resolve not to laugh was quickly shattered as his hands made contact. Thankfully, he only examined one armpit. Confident in the treatment, Carolyn's only worry was whether her "made for a woman" deodorant had failed her, what with being "strong enough for a man".

"Mmmmhmhmhmhmmm, quite satisfied?" Carolyn asked, trying to control her ticklishness.

"Oh yes, there's not a single scar under here." Victor said cheerily, "But there are a couple things yet to check."

"Well go on then. Don't keep me waiting too long," Carolyn said, "The showers are waiting."

Without another word, his hands were upon her. His fingers spread wide, with his palms covering her aroused, perky nipples but even his large, manly, hands could not make it close to her ribs. Carolyn swelled with pride, and probably arousal she thought, that she had so easily passed muster on the reality of her latest acquisition. But so too did she notice how incredibly sensitive she was to his hands. Never before, in all her touching and experimentation, had it felt like this! Somehow, Dr. Chesterfield had come up with a way to preserve sensitivity, while at the same time increase cup size!

"A miracle," Carolyn moaned breathily as Victor lifted her boobs to check beneath them.

"No scars here either," Victor said seductively, "but sometimes, you know, they put them in around the nipple with very fine instruments."

"NNnnnngghh, well, I think that means you had better be sure then." Carolyn sighed happily.

Two fingertips circled her sensitive areolas, exciting her every nerve with pleasure. Inward they spiraled, twirling around her sensitive, almost painfully erect nipples. His face was so close that every short, quick breath raised goosebumps upon her skin. But as wonderful as it was for him to touch her delicate new flesh, she craved more from his body.

"When you're certain," she moaned, "we ought to get ourselves cleaned up."

With not another word, and just one more squeeze, they continued undressing. Off came her shoes and socks. Then, both slid down their shorts, tossing them casually aside. There they stood he in his boxers and her in just a pair of plain green panties. Suddenly struck by a quivering sense of nervousness, Carolyn hesitated and instead stared at the patterning of light fur against the dark brown of his main coat.

"Want to play an old game?" Victor asked slyly, "It's called 'You show me yours, I'll show you mine'. I'll let you pick who goes first."

Carolyn giggled at this sudden tension-breaker. He was completely right! This basic thing was the sort of thing that even little kids did! Sure, this was far from childhood innocence... but she couldn't deny her curiosity. She wanted to see what he had hidden in those slightly bulge-fronted boxers... and honestly, she wanted to show off what she had. Besides... what was she doing?! She had never been afraid of a challenge before!

"Well alright. I'll show you mine..." she said happily, hooking her thumbs under her waistband.

The green panties slid slowly down her black waist, fluffing her fur as it passed over. With a flash of inspiration, Carolyn decided to kick it up a bit. Teasingly she wiggled her hips and turned as her panties left her nethers, allowing Victor a good look at her tight, toned ass before she gave away all her goods. It was only as her panties fell to the floor that her feminine cleft came into view. Topped by a well groomed patch of thicker hair, her labia were clearly visible as she made no effort to tuck them between her thighs like those 'classy' old nudes from the 40's.

Victor's eyes were filled with a look of hunger. She smiled broadly as she felt for a moment that she could read his mind. No doubt he wasn't even THINKING about the shower anymore. He wanted to take that next step right now. He wanted to pounce her and get what her craved... and he craved HER! Nothing in her life had made her feel more charged with womanly power than the thought of this eager young male waiting to rock her world... the event that would make her a true woman at last!

"Now," she said softly through her wide grin, "You show me yours."

The length of time it took to smile was all he needed. Without breaking eye-contact, he turned his back to her and dropped his drawers. The swift movement drew Carolyn's eyes down to follow the red and white, falling boxers. But just as quickly, her eyes travelled back up those perfectly toned calves, up his powerful thighs, and came to gaze at his tight, powerful ass, with a wonderfully smooth looking tail resting right over it. He must be able to crack walnuts with that ass she thought to herself.

It seemed like she was waiting hours, not seconds, as he turned to face her, but finally he was exposed to her in all his glory. And what glory it was! He was a 'shrinker', no doubt, as she admired the semi-erect member hanging out of his sizeable sheath. But by and large, from her 'research' online, males who were 'shrinkers' and not 'hangers' tended to be nicely larger. Below that fine piece of man-meat was an equally fine sac that held a pair of the largest balls she had ever seen, online or in real life. To top it all off, the skin of his groin was smooth and hairless, telling Carolyn that he must wax or something. Either way, it was everything she could have hoped for, and maybe a little more!

"Oooh, very nice," Carolyn said admiringly.

Victor grinned confidently and swaggered over to the wall of showers. His every step was made to emphasize his loins, and the casual flick of his tail beckoned Carolyn to follow. Eagerly she fell into step, noticing with passing surprise at how wet she felt already. The words "winking" and "dripping" floated perversely across her mind as she cantered onto the tiles of the shower area.

As he pulled the shower lever, Carolyn braced for the shock of cold of the first spray. But to her surprise, the water was already warmed, steaming as it exited the wide shower heads and drenched their fur almost instantly. In the wash of moist heat, Carolyn felt her muscles relax in a most pleasant way. With the release of her tension, she felt her arousal grow. Her eyes wandered over Victor's body, only to find that his eyes were likewise upon her.

Without a word, Carolyn pumped the soap dispensers fixed upon the walls of the shower, filling her hands with gel. Her smile threatened to escape her cheeks as she finally lay hands upon that wet, muscled chest. As she worked the gel into a lather upon him, their eyes met. The moment was upon her! She knew just what to do!

Their lips met!

Oh god, she thought, it was just like in the movies! Soft-core movies perhaps, but here we are, making out naked in the shower! His strong arms held her close, mushing her new giant tits against his broad and soapy chest. Best yet, she could feel something hot and thick against her belly, almost slithering upwards as it grew fully engorged. But for now, she was simply lost in the moment, feeling his lips and his tongue as they moved together with hers.

Lather built between her hands and his chest as she worked the gel upon the fine hairs covering his skin. Feeling how broad and muscular his pectorals were made her smile. This was how a man should feel... and how she certainly didn't feel any more. Years of self-revulsion transformed into deep admiration at the rightness of being with him. She pushed herself away gently from his embrace that she might admire yet more of this Adonis-made-horseflesh.

Though she stepped a full pace backward, she still felt something poking just near her navel. Glancing down, her eyes goggled at the size of the man-meat between them, though it was still partially obscured by her breasts. She had, of course, seen nude males before. Even aroused ones on the websites she frequented. But somehow, nothing had quite prepared her for the real thing, and for a moment, she grew concerned that her toys may have left her under-prepared for it. Ignoring the rest of her soaping, her foamy hands made their way, mesmerized, down to grasp that glorious schlong.

So transfixed was she on stroking, hefting, and generally fondling Victor's impressive horsecock, that she jumped in surprise when she felt his hands take hold of her. Strong fingers upon broad hands roamed her body, lathering her fine black body hair. He wasn't gingerly, wasn't afraid, and wasn't shy about where he was soaping, the combination of which Carolyn found intoxicating. No doubt he was experienced... how could he NOT have been... but something about all of this told Carolyn that it was special.

Not long after they had rinsed off and dried themselves that Victor, his impressive boner standing shamelessly before him, and Carolyn, whose anticipation was fit to break her body, walked through the empty halls of Victor's home hand in hand. Before the door to Victor's room had even closed, they were back in their embrace. Without words they knew what would happen next.

Carolyn was only partly aware of the impact when her body hit the bed. Her new tits mashed between them, they rolled about in fits of passion as the heat grew. Suddenly, Carolyn felt fingers upon her nethers. A small portion of her mind was surprised at how intensely slippery she had become. The rest of her simply craved the delightfully pleasant touch, relishing the intensity of sensation now that the fingers that slipped through her pussy lips were not her own. Muscles tensed as she felt the intrusion she could not control. It was all so different having someone else do it!

Now he was on top of her, lending a new weight to this pleasurable touching. She felt at once almost helpless and intensely excited. Even in her days of the youth wrestling program, back before the other girls started 'developing', she had never imagined that being pinned by a male would be so exhilarating. But something was wrong. This wasn't how she wanted to have her first time. She would have to correct this. After all, she only had one first time.

With a heave she rolled Victor off of her and mounted him with acrobatic grace. His astonished face told her quite certainly that this had come completely unexpected. But then she saw the desire in his eyes and felt the twitch of his cock against her belly. He was in to it! All the same, she wanted to explain... and she wanted to do something a little crazy.

"Alright bronco-boy," She said with confidence oozing from her voice, "this is my first time. We're gonna have some real fun and you're not gonna stop till I say."

Oh god! Carolyn thought, That was sooo hot! I'm gonna give this boy the ride of his life!

"F-first?" Victor whistled, "Y-you're a v..."

"Shhhh," Carolyn said roughly, putting a finger to his lips before he got that wretched last word out, "Not after tonight... and remember. I said no commitments. Now, how about you put that mouth to some better use." Feeling like a goddess, Carolyn knee-walked herself up Victor's chest, passing that beautiful man-meat between her dripping thighs, to bring her snatch up to that wonderfully strong muzzle. Gazing down into his still -surprised eyes, she wondered if perhaps this was really such a good idea... but then, she figured, if he wanted her to stop, he'd have said something, right?

"I'm not about to just 'lie back and think of England' as they say." Carolyn said firmly, "My first time is gonna be something to remember... so get lickin' like a good stallion."

She never quite expected the touch of a tongue upon her. His warm breath rolled up her slickened slit only seconds before that first broad, bumpy lick sent shivers up her spine. No amount of toy-play could have gotten her ready for this. It was so warm and wet against her, and slid so easily between her folds. Best of all, it seemed this guy knew exactly what he was doing. He knew right where her clit was and knew just what to do. It was such an intense feeling that Carolyn cried out, throwing her head back and shaking her mane, and held on to his thighs. Her back arched as she caught her breath in deep and fervent draughts. But luckily, he didn't linger at her sensitive nub too long, allowing himself to lick and play all over her nethers.

Carolyn's eyes shot wide open as she felt that amazing tongue dip within her tight, virginal passage, relishing the feel of the beginnings of her first penetration. Instinctively she pushed against him, humping his face vigorously as he gripped her hips and worked at that succulent love-hole she had been saving just for him. Unfortunately for her, his muzzle was just too wide to fit within and his tongue just too short to get where she wanted, leaving her simply pushing herself against his face. But as she arched her back, giving him an easier angle on things, something brushed against her back.

With a contortionist's grace, she rotated her upper body to see what had poked her. With only a small amount of surprise, she found that it was his cock, sticking easily a foot, if not more, from his groin. Far enough, it seemed. Well, she wouldn't let it go to waste! Effortlessly, her weight shifted onto one hand, an easy enough feat as she was able to one-hand a handstand anyways, and took hold of Victor's marvelous prick. Guessing that males were at least as sensitive as females, she tested a few gentle strokes.

"That good Victor?" she said between gasps of pleasure, smiling toward the pair of ears sticking up from between her legs.

A muffled reply sent another shiver of delight through her. He might have said 'harder' but she couldn't be sure... his tongue was stuck between her pussy-lips after all, but it was definitely two syllables... but who cared about that?! The vibration from his words had felt amazing! She gripped her hand a little harder around his shaft and stroked against his firm flesh. She loved the feel of his veins, how they stood out and mad little bumps as she rolled skin up and down his shaft. How awesome must this thing feel when it was finally inside her, she wondered. But for now, she had something more pressing in mind.

"Oooh, Vic! Talk more! Tell me what you're gonna do to me!" she yelled, feeling almost like she was in some kind of porno but not caring in the slightest. The lines may have been corny, but oh how right they seemed now! "Tell me you wanna fuck my tits and buck my hips! Tell me what you're gonna do to my tight lil' pussy!"

Always the gentleman, Victor complied with a cheerful roll of his eyes. In the midst of passion, who was he to say that she sounded like a weirdo talking like that? He told her how he loved her giant tits, how he wanted to be buried deep inside her, how he was gonna make her a real woman and ruin her for every other man. Every word of pornographic poetry he could imagine was lavished into her waiting, juicy twat. Every syllable vibrated across his lips and tongue. He knew it was working, mainly because her strokes were becoming unfocused and arrhythmic and her moans louder and louder.

At last she got off, flooding Victor's face with her fluids as her pussy-hole tightened and pushed all around his tongue. Victor wished then that he was able to clap his hands around his ears as Carolyn let out a great piercing whinny of delight. She collapsed backward to lay against him, her hand still on his throbbing hard-on and her lips so tantalizingly near it as well. Her breath wafted over his eager shaft and he hoped as hard as he could that she would still be able to take him before he lost steam.

Of course, Carolyn was gifted of great endurance and, while it may have been her first time with a flesh and blood male, it was far and away from her first orgasm. Quickly her wits returned, and none too soon for Victor who was quickly running short of breath. Though her treasures tingled mightily, she knew she couldn't give up just yet. She just wasn't satisfied after all. It wasn't uncommon for her to work herself into four or five orgasms a night and while this one was surely a strong one, she wouldn't let that monster cock escape her eager virgin clutches.

"Whew... h'okay." she panted, as she righted herself once again, "I hope you're ready bucky boy, cause I want you more than ever right now. I'm gonna give you a workout you'll never forget!"

"Ready when you are babe," Victor said as sexily as he could with fluids dripping from his chin, "Show me what you got."

Carolyn stroked Victor a couple of more times, 'for luck' she told herself. But she noticed just how dry it felt. Surely he'd need a little moistening too, right? And there was only one way she could see that it could be made wet enough to slip into her tight and tender cooch. Though she had always promised herself she never would, well... here it went.

"You want me to get you some lube? Or maybe a con..." Victor said.

"Lube? Yes!" Carolyn said, her mouth only centimeters away from Victor's cockhead. She knew he was going to say 'condom' as well, but honestly, she didn't want her first time to be interrupted by some desensitizing membrane. After all, there were pills to take care of things like that these days. But a little extra slipperiness certainly couldn't go amiss.

Victor needed only roll a little and soon he was rummaging in a bedside drawer. He came away with a small bottle full of a clear gel, infused with bubbles and a three-pack of condoms. A flick of his thumb snapped the bottle open while his other hand expertly tore one of the condoms away from its mates. He offered the open bottle to Carolyn and made to tear open the package with his teeth. Of course, Carolyn would have none of that. Deft fingers snatched the condom from Victor's hand and threw it into the dark room.

"None of that now, I'm safe," Carolyn said, "No babies for us and no diseases either. You're my first after all." She took the bottle still in his shocked hand and squeezed a dollop onto her palm, "but you won't want to be all dry for this."

The lube went on quickly as Carolyn was eager to try out this massive shaft that stood before her. But as hurriedly as she slathered lube upon him, he calmly took his own blob of it and worked it into her lips with his fingers. He knew a thing or two about women and one of those things was that there is no such thing as 'too much lube' on a first time. Both couldn't help themselves to shivers as the slippery gel heated itself on contact with their sensitive bits.

"Well... here we go." Carolyn said bravely as she positioned herself above him. Took hold of the slickened, flared head and guided it to her slit. It was only lucky that she had practiced alone so often, or else she might have never found her entrance. Even with her practice, it was still an awkward moment. But finally she felt that flared head slip into her folds. A little positioning later and it was all done but the shovin'.

Victor gritted his teeth behind his cheeks in anticipation of the tightness and the pop of Carolyn's cherry. He had seen it before, when it hurt... when it bled... and now he steeled himself against this brave girl turning into a pained and weeping woman. But as that silken, vice tight pussy slid around him he waited in vain. There was no hymen, no break, and no pain... just deliciously tight and slick woman around him. Her face was a mask of amazement, stunned at the revelations of the most carnal variety that she was now having. Somehow, though she claimed this to be her first time, she slipped around him perfectly.

As she came to rest, her hips against his, his foot-long-plus horsecock resting uncomfortably large inside her, she realized that this was it. She wasn't a virgin any more. She wouldn't die having never known the most basic of life experiences. And oh how good it was! A lifetime of athletics and exertion had deprived her of the most painful portion of womanhood long ago, leaving her to feel only the extreme fullness and stretching as her insides rearranged themselves to take on such an intruder. But thanks to the lube, everything was slipping into place perfectly.

For a time, all she could do was breathe. This was what she had been missing out on. This is what those other... bitches... got to experience over and over again while she kept doing workout routines, training sessions, and fruitless dating scenes. And now, she was a woman and she would never let herself stop. She would never again pass up an opportunity for sex if she could help it. And it was all thanks to Dr. Chesterfield, her invention, and her new massive tits!

Her hands reached up to cup her expansive gravity-defying breasts as she tried a test bounce.

"Yes!" she shouted into the dark of the room as a rush of intense pleasure shot through her as she felt Victor's shaft slide out of her and the thrill of her own pinched nipples.

Filled with excitement and the heady rush of sex she slammed her whole weight down upon him, driving him as deep within her as she could make him go. Victor blew out his breath as surely as if he had fallen, a combination of sudden force and the shock of being squeezed once again. Surely she was the tightest female of his own species he had ever plowed.

Carolyn felt a shock of pain as her violent thrust drove Victor all the way up to punch against her cervix. Okay, she thought, maybe there is a limit to how deep I can go. Wary of the length within her, she tried a few more test bounces, seeing what was comfortable and most pleasurable. She didn't make it through too many, though, as animal instincts and her intense desire to cum took hold of her once again. For Victor's part, he was doing his best just to maintain his calm as Carolyn tried with all her might to make him cum before she did.

Through gritted teeth and beading sweat, he bucked his hips against the bouncing filly who rode his loins. His hands were on his hips, his eyes mesmerized by her great bouncing boobage, seeming so oddly large against her slender, athletic frame. Easily these were the biggest tits he had ever had the fortune to enjoy. The sheer delight, exuberance, and energy that Carolyn showed were as much a turn on for him as her body was. Somehow, something inside him knew that this wouldn't be just some wild one-night stand.

Carolyn's body shook with a precursor shudder that she knew came before she did; it was a herald that she needed just a bit more stimulation to get off good and hard. Pinching her own nipples was certainly doing it for her... but then... why should SHE be doing all the work. Impishly she leaned down, arching her body forward to engulf Victor's muzzle in her expansive chest.

"I think you still need to be putting that mouth to work." she said confidently, "I need to get off, and I need your help."

Obediently, Victor sought out a nipple. He had no idea how sensitive these things really were, though from the shower, he could imagine they were actually quite so. Knowing this, he started delicately, licking the bare flesh around Carolyn's dark areola, poking the huge erect nipple gently with his nose. But then he thought how she had been pinching them, seemingly crushing them between her fingertips. Perhaps he should go a little further?

Victor snaked his hands away from the bouncing hips and cupped them around Carolyn's excited breasts. The nipples slid easily between his knuckles and he pinched and kneaded much as he saw her do. Her short and deep moaning told him that this was definitely the right way to go. Arching his neck up to steal an impassioned kiss, he tries to focus on his hip-thrusts, his hands, and now her moist and plump lips against his. But still, though she threatened to crush his penis within her, he knew she still wasn't getting off just yet. Worse, he could feel the fire in his own groin that came before that inevitable spasming of orgasm. He had to do something to push her over the edge.

The kiss broke as Victor leaned in to lick at Carolyn's pert nipples. Though the hair of her mane now drooped down around his face, tickling him awfully, he wanted to give her something she wouldn't force. Gently he bared his teeth and nipped at one of the plump and juicy nipples.

With a carnal shriek, Carolyn finally got off! Her insides clamped down hard around the invading member within her, pulsing around him, threatening at once to push him out entirely and to milk him of every fluid he possessed. His body could hold back no longer. In a rush of fiery release, Victor's own orgasm hit him, the spasm of his cock matching the pulse of her velvety muscles to shoot load after load of his creamy seed deep within. Carolyn's head was spinning as she felt Victor's warmth flood into her. The sensation seemed to just go on and on! Each time she felt the wash of tingling joy die down, one of them would move, reactivating the rush of pleasure. Through it all, he just kept bucking his hips, intent on filling her with everything he had and making sure he got it all in there.

For a long moment after, Carolyn just lay bent over Victor listening to his breath and trying hard to match it. It had never been like that by herself! A flush of ecstatic delight electrified her senses as Carolyn felt her first real afterglow. It was so wonderful... and she felt like she could see in the dark! She now knew why everyone tried so hard to be with someone instead of just leaving things to their own devices. Sex... was... AWESOME!

Pulling herself up off Victor, Carolyn gasped as a burst of fluid followed his cockhead out of her. Now she felt so very loose... yet so very full... and extremely sensitive... and squishy too.

Seeing the mess, and the still semi-hard cock jutting from between Victor's legs, Carolyn giggled. She had done that... and now she was going to see about more. She leaned down between Victor's legs, resting his cum-soaked, sticky member between her tits. Playfully, she squeezed them together, paying no heed to the mess it was making nor the way the jizz clung to her fur. Ignoring her own moral decisions about the penis... and again the mess... she kissed the drooping cockhead that poked up from her cleavage and gave Victor a smile.

"So... it seems like we're going to need another shower."

*** Carolyn woke suddenly in the dark. Bleary eyed she glanced at the clock on Victor's bedside table. Three A.M it told her in red letters, though as far as she was concerned, it should have been sunny. How could she have done all that she had done... so late into the night... and feel fine after only an hour's sleep? Standing, she shivered as the blanket slid from her, exposing her lightly furred skin to the cool air of the room.

Oh, how she ached now! Especially in one area where she had never ached so keenly before. Kegel exercises or no, nothing had prepared her for THAT. To top matters off, her new breasts were sore and tired from all the bouncing they had endured. And the groping... and the nipping and nibbling and suckling... 'GOD!' she thought to herself, 'I've never felt like such a WOMAN before!' And as she stretched herself out, naked in the dark, she reflected that her chest had never ached like this before.

Turning to Victor's prone, sleeping form, hearing his whistling breath, she brushed a hand across his face and whispered gently into his ear.

"I'm going out for a jog." she said simply, knowing that this would probably be the most trying jog she had ever been on. Somehow, she had expected him to sleep through it, but to her surprise, he stirred.

"Mmm?" he said groggily, "Will you be back?"

The question took her quite off-guard. Hadn't she told him that this would be a one night stand? Did he actually want more?

Her thoughts kicked into gear. Here he was, quite well off, quite well hung, and definitely a nice guy when all was said and done. If he wanted to continue things... well why not? Carolyn seriously doubted that her old gymnastics coach would let her continue to work for him after he noticed her most recent development. Would it be so bad if she let him fuck her blind and pay her bills until he was ready to move on?

"Yes, I'll be back in a bit," she said softly, "I'm just gonna click on the lights and get dressed, you just rest my stallion."

With a sleepy half-smile, Victor returned to his snoozing. Once she was sure his breathing had gotten back to the steady rhythm it had been, Carolyn flicked on the lights and set about picking her clothes from the pile by the door. Every bend and stretch that accompanied the putting-on of each garment reminded her of the incredible first time... and second and third... she had just had. It was only when she slipped her shirt on and took a look around that she suddenly felt anything other than contentment.

In the light, for they really they hadn't even bothered to turn ON the lights by the time they had made it to the room, she saw the myriad of posters that punctuated the wall furnishings. Upon each and every one, she saw models of exceptional quality... and exceptional undress... doing all manner of poses. Femininity practically dripped from their every subtle and sultry glance and position. None were tasteless, of course, Victor wasn't the type to plaster pornography all over his walls, but seeing the way their manes flowed, how shiny their coats... how wide and powerful their hips and how proportional they were. Each and every one had the looks that said they never had to work for a single thing in their lives.

And then she saw the mirror. A full length dressing mirror next to his extensive closet that Victor must have used whenever he needed to see if his formal dress was aligned properly. She saw how her shirt stretched out, but how her shorts simply didn't. She may have real breasts enough to make every gymnast weep with envy, but in every other way she was just plain, flat ol' Carolyn. She looked top heavy, she decided, just like some bimbo with big fake breasts. Sure they weren't fake... but then again they weren't natural. She had no hips, no butt... just huge knockers.

Then her mind went back to that cheetah girl... what was her name? Oh, she was so terrible with names! But still, whatever she was... whoever she was... look what Dr. Chesterfield had done with her! The cheetah had gone in a stick, thinner than even Carolyn was, but come out a beauty queen, a feline splendor to rival any of those bimbos on the wall. Then her mind wandered to the apparent cause of such a transformation. She had called it the 'full feminizing treatment' if memory served, and if that worked so well, then why shouldn't she have it too?!

She certainly didn't have any 'virginity' left to protect...

Now full of a grim determination to be her best in the face of her early retirement from gymnastics, Carolyn ran for the door. Seeing a notepad upon a side-table near the exit, she hastily scribbled a vague note explaining her sudden, extended departure and that she would likely be away for the rest of the day. She promised to call when she was done and left her own cell number just in case. After that, she flung open the door to the still-dark morning and ran somewhat awkwardly out toward her goal.

Though she ran what was easily a marathon and a bit more, her mind was so occupied with the next stage of her transformation that she barely registered the passing of those three hours. With visions of herself in the body of a supermodel, she threw open the door to Doctor Chesterfield's office, startling the chubby raccoon lady with her sudden entrance. Before she could answer any questions, however, she proceeded to stop by the water cooler and drain little paper cup after little paper cup.

"I demand..." she said between heavy breaths, "... to see Doctor... Chesterfield... right away. It's about the treatment."

Without a word and without time for protests from the receptionist, she sat down heavily in the unoccupied waiting room. Idly she rubbed down her limbs, trying to keep circulation going. Luckily, after a short while she was able to catch a second wind, so much so that when Nurse Tatianna called her, she leapt eagerly for the door. In a few bounding steps she found herself back in that same old exam room, sitting with a lack of patience as Tatianna found her clipboard. "Reason for your visit?" Tatianna sing-songed, a smile betraying her amusement at the situation.

"I've gotta have another treatment!" Carolyn said, a little more eagerly than she intended.

"You... you realize it's only seven A.M.?" the cockatiel responded with a chirpy giggle, "and you were just here the other day. How can you be sure you want more?"

"Know that one question you and the Doc kept asking?" Carolyn said excitedly, "Well the answer is now a definite NO! No, I'm NOT! And it's great! But now I am concerned that I look all top heavy... so gimme the full treatment!"

At that point, Doctor Chesterfield walked through the door. Looking as bouncy and cheerful as ever, despite the early morning, she immediately hugged Carolyn into her own enormous pillowy bosom. But before Carolyn could speak, Chesterfield was already talking.

"Oh congratulations Carolyn! I am so glad you got a positive physical experience and were so satisfied with our results! Now before we begin I must have you fill out just oooone more bit of paperwork!"

She spoke so quickly that Carolyn had to take a minute to gather her thoughts against the barrage of verbage from Dr. Chesterfield. But once she understood what it was she had said, a blush crept over her face. Obviously rabbits had a different view on the loss of innocence... not that Carolyn had ever been truly 'innocent' since her tween years when she had first noticed boys... and a couple of developments in her fellow girls.

But only a second later, a pen and clipboard were thrust into her hands. Upon it was a form that read "Extended Experimental Procedure Testing Waiver For Sentient Subjects" in big blocky letters, and then descended into minute print of eye-crossing legalese. The only other easily visible section was the line for a signature and date.

"It's just a standard legal waiver," Tatianna picked up, seeing Carolyn's eyes go hazy, "it indemnifies us from any responsibility for any potential damages or conditions that might arise from the continuation of the procedure."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Carolyn said, suddenly just a bit apprehensive, "what could go wrong? Nothing went wrong with the first time... or with that cheetah girl."

"Well, to be honest, we don't know!" Chesterfield chirped, sounding waaaay too peppy to be allowed so early in the morning, "We just want to cover our bases. See, you're the first person to want more out of the feminizing treatment."

"What do you mean I'm the first one?!" Carolyn burst out, "You've found a miracle machine and I'm the first to want more?!"

"Well, everyone else got the full treatment the first time... you're the only one so far that has gone with just the breast enhancement... but if you agree, you'll be doing so much for the science!"

Back again came that same old determination. If she was going to do this, she was going all in. Balls to the wall... well, that's what her coach would say. In all her life, she had never signed her name so quickly and, pausing only to ask the date, she handed the clipboard back to Tatianna and stood.

"Let's do this thing." She said with certainty before stomping purposefully toward the procedure room with the doctor and nurse in tow.

***

Once again she was lying on the warm table over which was hung with the metallic tendrils. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of machine lubricants and ozone. She hadn't bothered with a gown this time, having been so ready to get her body to be the rockstar she knew that it would be that she simply shucked her sweaty clothes right into the corner behind the main door.

The loudness of the machine cycling up came back to her ears, making her head throb as her body kicked down into 'not running' mode. Just as before, the tendrils extended down to her chest, cupping her new huge horsetits in those form-fitting plastic ends. What was different this time is that she felt two more cup onto her hips and one over her tender, puffy genitals. A gasp escaped her lips at this sudden touch, but only for a moment before three more of those armatures clamped onto her face, one on each of her cheeks and the third firmly over her muzzle. A surge of panic flashed through her at the thought of being trapped, mitigated quickly by the realization that she could still breathe easily and that this was what she wanted to be happening.

Another whirring, discordant and aharmonious to the low bass of the machine workings, filled Carolyn's ears. A large cup had rotated up from the table's edge, resembling a sit-down salon-style hairdryer, and smoothed itself over her scalp, neatly tucking her hair inside with unseen maneuvers.

"Alright!" Chesterfield yelled over the din, "Now no matter how good it gets to feeling, try to remain as still as you can! You don't want to get lopsided or anything!"

With only this brief warning, the machine engaged, sending those prickling metallic probes all throughout her body. Try though she might, she could feel her muscles jumping involuntarily at the intrusion of hair-thin needles. But then came the amazingly warm sensation... and then the incredible wave of pleasure as all her most sensitive nerves, and quite a number of the less sensitive ones, were stimulated.

It was like a vibrator, a rough massage, and a gentle caress all in one! To top it all off, the sensitivity of such a thorough night of mating as she just had made it all feel positively electric! But this wasn't the end of it. Even as she lay there, tiny shocks made the inner walls of her feminine treasures twitch and grip as surely as if she were getting off, only this time it wasn't for a few seconds or even a minute, but instead it lasted the entire procedure. Squinting her eyes tight against the sensations, Carolyn yelled out as she forced herself as best she could not to writhe upon the table.

And finally, that same cycling down. The procedure was over. But of course, no matter how much she wished to look herself over, all she felt like doing was breathing heavily in the darkness behind her eyelids. Through thrummingly over-stimulated nerves, she felt the mechanisms disengage. In the quiet she heard the doctor and Tatianna walking over to her.

"Indoor voice, doc" she said breathily, content to just lay there for the moment.

"Hehe, thanks for reminding me," Chesterfield said calmly, "Oohh my, it sure looks like we have a success on our hands! Congratulations Carolyn! I think you'll be very happy with the results!"

"Ooh, I need to get one of those for my bedroom," Carolyn said, her mind spinning with afterglow, "maybe with just one or two 'extra attachments' yannow?"

The three ladies laughed loudly at the obvious sexual reference.

"It is fun isn't it?" Tatianna tweeted, "I'll go get you a towel and a mirror."

Carolyn opened her eyes and immediately felt just a little dizzy. Craning her neck forward, she found that her chin immediately buried itself in her cleavage. Her eyes widened as she had to lean forward a bit to see the entirety of her naked body. Was that really her?! Her breasts were now pillowy monsters large enough to rival Chesterfield's own. Of course, she was a larger person than Chesterfield to begin with, so it wasn't nearly as disproportionate, but the effect was impressive none the less. But down below then were a pair of lusciously curving hips and a smooth evenly furred mound betwixt them. Gingerly she touched herself, unconsciously eager to see how sensitive this latest treatment had made her.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Carolyn screamed out in shock as intense orgasmic waves pulsed through her, infinitely more intense than she remembered from the boob-job. It was over in just a second, leaving her with that annoying tingle that she knew more familiarly from sleeping on a limb.

The combined giggling of Chesterfield and Tatianna greeted her ears as she regained her senses.

"Just couldn't wait ey?" Tatianna said gently, "Well here you go."

The terry cloth felt positively coarse next to the tender caresses of the machine. But as she finished drying herself, she stood and examined her reflection in the wheeled-in dressing mirror. Not the least bit creeped out by the fact that both Tatianna and the doctor were also staring at her, she proceeded to test out the new model she had become.

At first it was hard to believe that it was still HER she was looking at! Her face had more shapeliness to it, with certain features softened while others become subtler or smoother. Her hair was now even longer, shining black as it hadn't been since she was very young. How the machine could have removed sun-bleaching was a mystery in and of itself. But beyond the face, her breasts were now porn-star huge, sticking out from her chest with a defiance of gravity that only the young or the surgically altered could have achieved. From there, her muscled stomach was visible, tight and toned but also smooth and shining. Down to her now wide hips, gently curving out from that washboard of her abs to a width that more easily matched her shoulders. And her vulva, so pretty it was almost painful... or at least gay... to think about, sat in a puffy, happy mound cleft so perfectly that she almost felt like touching herself right then and there. And how it all flowed perfectly down to become her beautifully toned legs finished off the results and left her feeling like a goddess.

"Success?" she said happily, "If that's the best word you've got for this, I guess I'll take it!"

"Now you're going to want to take it easy for a little bit while the biomatrix fully integrates and your cellular membranes heal. We just did a lot of reconstruction and... Well... let's just say the machine seems to perform better in the morning."

"Are you kidding?" Carolyn said happily, "I feel awesome! Other than this darn numbness I feel like I could take on the world! This is the best thing that's EVER happened to me!"

"Eeeeyes, but really you shouldn't exert yourself... we did a lot of muscular augmentation to compensate for your growth and... Well you wouldn't want to tear anything... you know... while they finish adjusting?"

"Fine... I'll take it easy on myself," Carolyn said with a bit of let-down in her voice. However as she pulled on her now ill-fitting clothes, she found herself adding silently, "but I won't let him go easy on me."

***

Needless to say, when Victor spotted the black-coated supermodel stepping out of the cab in his driveway only minutes after Carolyn had called, he felt quite surprised. She had been gone all morning with only a vague note explaining that she would return. But when the most beautiful, and stacked, filly he had ever seen had greeted him in Carolyn's voice, he knew that the answer must have been spectacular... and expensive. She took him by the hand and led him inside, casually asking about mundaneities like if he'd had lunch and what he wanted to do in the meantime. Of course, seeing his more obvious physical reactions there was little doubt what was on his mind. He wanted to know how she had managed to look so incredible so quickly and of course he wanted to peel her out of those ill-fitting clothes and give her the ride of her life.

But unfortunately, there was only time for the briefest of interludes, with Carolyn feeling like she barely had time to show off her amazing body before an all-too-quick 'broom closet' style bang. Sure he filled her up, lifting her off the ground and fucking her mid-air like he had the night before, but somehow it just seemed all too hurried. To make matters worse, she didn't even get off this time, though she felt certain that everything was tighter and more flexible than before down there. Luckily, a brief interlude of vigorous fingering evened out the score before they allowed themselves to wind down.

"Vic?" Carolyn asked, lying on his bed as he cleaned off his hand, "Is everything ok? I mean... that just seemed a little... um... fast?"

Sheepishly, Victor grinned at her, working the wet hand-towel between his fingers.

"It's not you," he said softly, reassuringly, "I've just got a thing to go to tonight. It's a charity dinner my coach is putting on for some local thing or other. Now I'd love to be with you more... and don't think I don't want to explore that awesome body of yours... but I just don't have time. I gotta get ready here soon and I gotta make sure I'm all cleaned up."

Carolyn sighed in disappointment. But on the bright side, at least he wasn't ditching her for some chick with a hot rack and a fat ass... now SHE would be the one guys left other women to be with. She would be the envy of...

"Hey! Got a date for it?" she said peppily, the hope returning within her, "If we can get me something to wear, I could be your arm candy!"

"EEeeeeh," Victor said uncomfortably, "I'd love to... but not this time. Y'see, my coach is real strict when it comes to... y'know... relations?"

"I understand," Carolyn said sadly, utterly deflated, "My coach is the same way..." and then she laughed at the hilarity of the situation, "... If he could only see me now. My gawd, he'd blow every gasket he had!"

Both laughed mirthfully, lapsing into stories of their coach's overbearing and demanding natures, their socially askew opinions on EVERYTHING, and the way they always seemed to think they were so much better than everyone. All the while, Carolyn lay touching herself, showing off everything she could playfully to try and make Victor forget his obligations and come back to bed, or at least get him so worked up that dressing was difficult. By the time he announced that they should head out, Carolyn was convinced that Victor would have only one thing on his mind that night... and it definitely wouldn't be charity.

But as Carolyn starred out the cab window on her way home, watching the sun set behind buildings and trees, she caught herself longing for more. She had experienced the triumph of womanhood and the decadence of seducing someone, the luxury of... well... luxury and the wonders of science. Now, all she could think about was getting more of it. Getting everything she could handle.

"Driver?" she said suddenly, "I've got somewhere else I'd like to go."

"Wha?" said the portly beaver-man in the front seat, "But the man's already paid for me ta..."

"I'll make it worth your while," she whispered gently into his ear, "Let ya cum on my tits if ya want."

A screech of tires and a new vector later and Carolyn found herself in the empty parking lot behind the Harrington Medical Plaza. Luckily, half the lights were out leaving large patches of darkness in which they could remain virtually undetected. Having played with the beaver-man's ear the entire ride, she knew that all he had in mind was gettin' his rocks off. Luckily, Carolyn felt plenty turned on at the illicit prospect of getting into that machine again. So much so that she was even willing to ignore her distaste for even the thought of blowjobs.

"Now," she said lustfully as she crawled into the front seat, "Whatcha wanna do first, ey? Wanna have my mouth on you? Or do you just wanna cram everything you got into my chest?"

"Aaah, ooh damn girl, how about that mouth first?" said the cabbie, hurriedly unbuckling his pants to free a relatively tiny member. "I ain't had no one blow me fer..."

"Shhh," Carolyn whispered, leaning herself over to take the minute man-meat between her plumped lips. She did her best to keep her teeth away from anything delicate, and with those new lips she found it was actually quite easy. Being a good deal larger than her beau of the moment, she didn't even need to fill her mouth to go all the way down on him. It only lasted a couple strokes of her long muzzle over his ready cock before he simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Aching with need, but not so much that she would wait for this horny little rodent to recover, Carolyn quickly fished out a couple bucks tip for the cabbie as he panted from his expenditure. Though he protested a little, Carolyn didn't care about this one-timer's feelings enough to stick around. He got what he wanted, she reasoned, and so did she... or at least she would soon enough. There was nothing to be gained from letting that little nobody stick his toothpick in her. Trotting to the staff-access door as the cab drove away, she felt incredibly determined to experience the orgasmic wonders of the treatment once again.

Amazingly, the staff entrance was unlocked! This, of course, made Carolyn a mite nervous, but as she swept the hallway with eyes and ears she felt confident that she wouldn't be noticed. Probably the janitors, she reasoned, who were apparently not even around. Likely off chatting or smoking or whatever dumb thing menials like that did when they weren't cleaning at a zombie pace. Dismissing any other possibility, she made her way down the halls to Dr Chesterfield's Feminization Lab.

There it was, in all its technological glory. The object of her desire, lying inert, waiting for the commands that would have her body pulsing with pleasure for as long as she could take it. Hastily she stripped off every stitch of clothing, tossing them over by a hazardous waste bin. Totally naked now, she cupped her sensitive parts, not out of modesty, but purely out of lustful desire. The cool of the plastic coated roller-stool was quite the shock as her estrous-warm bottom sat upon it. A quick roll later and she was in front of the single monitor and bank of controls that operated the device.

Somehow, that ditzy fuzzball doctor had left the machine online and fully functional! A jiggle of the mouse was all that was needed to return the computer to working status!

"What kind of person leaves the controls to a miraculous piece of super-technology alone and active without even a single password?!" Carolyn said aloud to herself. "I was hoping for something like out of a spy movie."

"New Voice Detected." came the computerized Sy-Fy voice from the speakers, "Please Identify New User."

Though she was a little taken aback with surprise, she was able to force herself to respond with, "Umm... Carolyn?"

"New Voice For Carolyn Umm, Is This Correct?" the computer voice replied monotonically.

"My names not..." she said, but was struck by the thought that she might be obviously caught if anyone examined the voice users, "No, incorrect."

"Please Identify New User," it said again.

"Doe, Jane," she said slyly, glad that computers were incapable of getting the joke.

"New Voice For Jane Doe, Is This Correct?"

"Yes"

"Do You Wish To Begin Testing, Treatment, Warmup, Self Enhancement, Diagnostic, Calibration, Or Cleaning?"

"Self enhancement?" Carolyn wondered aloud. However, the computer apparently did not recognize subtle things like question-mark inflections.

"Self Enhancement Mode Active. Please Take Com-Dongle And Proceed To Table."

Well that is what she wanted to hear! A slot on the console slid open to eject a little Bluetooth-like device. Draping it quickly over her ear and running the mic down her cheek, Carolyn practically galloped to the table. Laying herself down, shivering with anticipation, she stared at those glimmering armatures that would take her to new levels of sensation. The only break in her excitement was a slight twinge in her leg muscles. Oh well, she thought, Dr. Chesterfield did warn me against exertion.

"Activate," she said confidently into the earpiece.

"Self Enhancement Mode Readying," the computer told her through the earpiece. Through her other ear she hear the now familiar sound of the machine, "Please Select Level of Enhancement And Active Regions."

"Maximum setting," she said greedily, "All regions!"

"Please Assume A Comfortable Position And Confirm Ready To Begin."

Carolyn, a wide perverse grin upon her face, placed a hand upon her vulva, rubbing it in anticipation of the wonder it would soon experience. Her other hand played eagerly across her enormous rack, relishing the slightly painful feel of her already over-stimulated skin. Regretting only that she couldn't have something inside her while the tendrils worked their magic; she laid back and shouted a very eager "Begin!"

Down came the tendrils and armatures, down to cup every part of her in clear plastic and a sensation of warm embrace. In her ear played a gentle and exotic music, calypso music if she wasn't mistaken. For just a moment she marveled that Dr. Chesterfield must have surely used this device upon herself... how else could she look like she did... and listened to this music the whole time she was doing it! The musing lasted only a moment, however, as soon her senses were occupied completely by that same prickling sensation as before, but magnified by the sensitivity of her enhanced skin.

"Intercellular Augmentation Process Active, All Scans Show Stable Biorhythms. Warning, Previous Treatment Detected. Cellular Integrity Not Confirmed. Do You Wish to Continue?"

Carolyn had no idea what most of those huge words meant. She did notice the word 'warning' however. Though something within her figured that Dr. Chesterfield had used it successfully on her before... the warning was probably just standard. Throwing caution to the wind and craving the next phase, she eagerly shouted "Yes!"

Now came the flooding sensations of warmth and pleasure. That existential drug, that chemical rush that she craved. It saturated her with more force than she could have imagined. She couldn't think it was so intense. All she was able to do was moan and writhe.

"System Calibration Disrupted By Subject Movement. Abort Attempted... Fail. Abort Attempted... Fail. Abort Attempted..."

Words. They were nothing but meaningless words. The warm pleasure was all that mattered now, the vibrating joy of every nerve in her body excited in the most positive way possible. Her brain was alight with every pulse of her synapse, struggling desperately to gain some sort of control over the thrashing mess she was quickly becoming.