Laura poked her breasts again. Squish, squish, squish. She giggled happily, even though she'd have to go out shopping for tops again. It was working faster now, it seemed, and each dose got stronger and stronger.
Laura's apartment was a mess. Ever since she'd had the brainstorm last week, she'd been working non-stop on her new chemistry experiment. Little flasks littered her desk, the coffee table, the kitchen counters, and even her bathtub. Her impatience had driven her to buy two new Bunsen burners just to be able to try out multiple recipes at once.
It was all worth it now, though. Squish squish squishsquishsquish. She brought together her arms and blew a kiss at the mirror, Marilyn-Monroe-style, and was rewarded with amazingly deep cleavage as her breasts surged forward around her upper arms.
For years, Laura had been the cute, forgettable chemistry geek. Sure, she'd had boyfriends, but none of them seemed all that interested in her. Well, she thought, let's just see the boys ignore these! The shirt she'd left on the bed had been an extra-large, and it still had been straining to contain her new bounty.
She turned and examined herself in profile in the mirror. They were shaped like teardrops, but still extremely perky, and capped by excited little nipples. Unable to maintain her composure, she leaned over, thrusting out her chest and slapped her ass with both hands. Hmm. Her ass was looking a little weak in comparison to her breasts...
She turned and, giving the mirror one last backward glance, rushed back to the chemistry sets, new ideas already forming in her head.
Praises! I've been checking back so often for so long, I can hardly believe you're back woot. Your art and website had just been such a specific niche fulfilled for so long, I didn't know where to turn in your absence. Welcome back, woot; it's good to have you around again.
Breast Theory?! What's there to theorize? Applied inertia to mammary glands for the right bounce? Chemical composition of the best tasting milk? Einstein
Nice stuff! X3 Your awesome at this. =D You know... you was a hard one to find... ^^; If you can, can you send me your e-mail-adress by mine? I would like to ask you some questions, if it's ok... You can mark the subject with your username. Btw, merry christmas Woot, and a happy new year! =D
Nice to see you back, man. I just happened to stop by the Melon Stand to see what was new, and imagine my surprise and delight to see not just artwork by you, but a story to go with it. Yes, i know it's by someone else, but no, I don't care, it's always great seeing the stories behind your artwork. Hope this means we'll be seeing more in the near future. :) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
...and he's back! Judging from how long this hiatus was, I'd say school was the main cause, am I correct? I mean, I don't think anyone can blame you if you're researching Breast Theory more than Breast Art. :D
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Squish.
Laura poked her breasts again. Squish, squish, squish. She giggled happily, even though she'd have to go out shopping for tops again. It was working faster now, it seemed, and each dose got stronger and stronger.
Laura's apartment was a mess. Ever since she'd had the brainstorm last week, she'd been working non-stop on her new chemistry experiment. Little flasks littered her desk, the coffee table, the kitchen counters, and even her bathtub. Her impatience had driven her to buy two new Bunsen burners just to be able to try out multiple recipes at once.
It was all worth it now, though. Squish squish squishsquishsquish. She brought together her arms and blew a kiss at the mirror, Marilyn-Monroe-style, and was rewarded with amazingly deep cleavage as her breasts surged forward around her upper arms.
For years, Laura had been the cute, forgettable chemistry geek. Sure, she'd had boyfriends, but none of them seemed all that interested in her. Well, she thought, let's just see the boys ignore these! The shirt she'd left on the bed had been an extra-large, and it still had been straining to contain her new bounty.
She turned and examined herself in profile in the mirror. They were shaped like teardrops, but still extremely perky, and capped by excited little nipples. Unable to maintain her composure, she leaned over, thrusting out her chest and slapped her ass with both hands. Hmm. Her ass was looking a little weak in comparison to her breasts...
She turned and, giving the mirror one last backward glance, rushed back to the chemistry sets, new ideas already forming in her head.