Chapter 4 : I Think It Does A Body Good
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"Social media is exploding this morning after an unbelievable video went viral overnight. The video, get this, depicts a young woman transforming into a giant breast." the news girl tried to keep a serious face as her eyes kept darting off camera towards her coanchor.
"Wow! Talk about a news flash, Tasha. Tits sure to be a sensitive story that we'll be milking all week." her male counterpart snickered.
"Oh ho ho, you really got us there, Bob." Tasha rolled her eyes, still annoyed with Bob's constant off camera antics. "Never fear, you'll always be our biggest boob here at Channel 5."
Giving Bob a playful pat on the hand, Tasha recomposed herself and continued reading from her prompter, "As you might've guessed, Peeradigm Technologies is at the center of all the attention. Known for their perception altering devices, and a less than favorable public image over insinuations of wartime human rights violations, this latest footage ...."
"Don't you mean boobage, Tasha?"
"This latest video, Bob, demonstrates what some critics are calling an abomination of reality altering tech. Advocates, however, are demanding to know when they can get their hands on it."
"I know what I'd like to get my hands on, Tasha..." Bob laughed as a grinning Tasha slapped his advancing hand away from the footage still-shot on the screen behind them.
Taking a more serious tone Tasha peered into the camera, "We warn you, the video we are about to repeatedly show is very disturbing." pausing a moment for effect, she happily announced, "Be sure to leave your comments and check out our 'expanded coverage' online!"
"Keeping you abreast of this developing story, this is Tasha Smith, Channel 5 News." Tasha giggled, shaking her head as those final words rolled up the prompter. "Seriously guys? Who wrote this drivel...", echoed as the scene faded to a commercial.
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"Yes sir, I'm watching it now." Maxwell sipped his earl-gray while sitting in a break room at Peeradigm, the light from his ear piece flashing. "Next time we film a secret video I'll use a tripod." he chuckled.
"Oh no sir, not sarcasm at all sir."
"Schedule sir? Much better than anticipated. With this level of exposure, I foresee an 80% chance for escape. We shan't require the 3 derelict WMD's, just the Phyper and a deployment of Tablets to bobble the boundary."
"Yes sir, it sure beats the arctic." Maxwell perked up, listening to the sound of rapidly approaching heels echoing down the corridor. "I've got to go, someone is coming." Maxwell tapped his earpiece and took one more sip of tea as the footsteps came to a slippery halt behind him.
"Caught ya!" Kimmy shouted as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"Wha huh? Whaddya mean?" Maxwell nearly choked, tea dripping down his chin.
Smiling, Kimmy extended a slender finger out to wipe the tea from his worried face. "You were talking to someone about WMD's, weapons of mass deception, weren't cha?", she seductively sucked her finger clean.
"Um, oh no, no. Just another conspiracy nutter who got my number, that's all." Maxwell stuttered.
"Mmm Kay. Well I guess it's time to change that number again! Geesh those nut jobs never go away." Kimmy pouted sarcastically, thinking about all the times she'd caught Maxwell on private calls only to be brushed off with a lame excuse.
Likewise, Maxwell recalled all the times he had modified Kimmy's memory to erase things she should have never been privy to. At least her ditz of a boyfriend had been dealt with. His eyes locked their gaze on Kimmy's left heel, "Rodger that..."
Kimmy felt momentarily dazed, "Rodger... Rodger... Dodger... Lodger... Heels... Chills... Frills..."
"Those are the same heels you were wearing yesterday aren't they?"
Kimmy finally snapped out of her trance, "Oh! You mean affirmative! Duh! and yes they are, thanks for noticing!"
Rodger could hear his name being spoken repeatedly from a distant place as Kimmy's toes fidgeted inside his soft leather body, deforming and stretching his shape as they wiggled. That name felt so distant, so foreign, so unnecessary.
"They are very becoming on you." Maxwell chuckled.
"Why thank you. You wouldn't believe how this left one feels..." she paused briefly to wiggle her toes around even more, moaning in ecstasy at the electric tingles stimulating her left foot.
"Oh I just might..." Maxwell muttered under his breath.
"Now come-on, all hands meeting in the conference room, we don't want to be late!"
Maxwell turned to set his teacup down as Kimmy grabbed his free hand, "NOW, Mister!" she tugged, pulling him along.
Running through the corridors tucked deep within Peeradigm could be a dizzying affair. The white maze of impossibly long tunnels pulsed with a mysterious blue glow while curving around the innermost research laboratories. Random glass segments throughout the tunnel, some transparent and some merely translucent, were the only windows into the otherwise secret world inside Peeradigm, with no doors to be found.
With Maxwell in tow, Kimmy ran past a dozen solid glass segments before making a sharp turn, passing through one of them without so much as a flinch, and into a lab full of random household objects. Maxwell frantically weaved around a yellow pedestal holding a precariously humming smart watch before they popped out the opposite side and into a green glowing corridor.
A few minutes later Kimmy's slapping heels came to a skittering halt as she released Maxwell's hand and straightened her skirt. Shadowy figures could be seen moving behind a frosted emerald wall.
"We're late." Kimmy gave Maxwell a scolding look before confidently marching through the glowing wall and into the conference room.
Laughing to himself, Maxwell walked in and took his seat.
The room was abuzz with chatter as employees, a few in suits and some wearing lab coats, sat around the round crystalline conference table sipping coffee.
Kimmy had barely sat down before Leslie darted over, handing her a mug.
"Hot chai, just as you like it, heavy on the milk!"
"Wow, thanks, I think..." Kimmy was surprised that someone had finally opted for something other than coffee.
"Oh, don't thank me, thank Tracy. She made it herself, just for you." Leslie smiled, sipping on her own matching cup. "She made more than plenty, so I stole some."
"Where is Tracy? Shouldn't she be here already?" Kimmy slurped down a mouthful of chai. "Damn! This is really good!"
Ignoring Kimmy's question, Leslie took a sip and nodded in agreement.
"So all the strange requests at the demo got me thinking, why not try some more, well, adventurous, changes. So Ted and I fooled around all night with different ideas."
"Um huh" Kimmy dreamily enjoyed her drink, barely listening to Leslie.
"Aquatic animals work fine, but water is a must. Goldfish Ted nearly ended up down the toilet, if you catch my drift." Leslie paused thinking how tragic that could've been.
"Let's see... Sentient teddybear Ted was fun. The sex was strangely amazing, especially with me being his stuffed bunny girl. Plushies will love it for sure."
Kimmy took another sip,"Mmm hmm, there's already a sequel..."
Leslie shook her head at the absent minded remark, "A sequel? Huh? Anyway, the most extreme of the night was sucking Ted into my boob..."
Kimmy looked over rolling her eyes, "Doesn't sound all that extreme considering Tracy's stunt at the demo. Absorption, wee-oop-dee-do." Kimmy oozed with sarcasm and a giddy smile, "You've been there, done that."
"Let me finish... And... See lover, there's an and. AND digesting him into living breast milk." Leslie gave a satisfied nod and a wink knowing she had just blown Kimmy's mind.
Kimmy suddenly looked alert and interested, "Liquid? You did living liquid?"
"Nipple vore directly to breast milk. He enjoyed it so much he begged to do it again" Leslie squeezed her right boob for emphasis.
"Fuck me, he's in there now?"
"Oh I wish. He had work today... But Tracy, now she was really excited about the whole potential for edible liquids thing..."
Looking around the room, Kimmy looked agitated, "Speaking of Tracy, where the hell is she? Non-stop complaining when I come through the glass one second late, but today she's a no-show for her own meeting?"
Leslie shrugged and smiled, "But she makes an amazing chai, am-i-right?"
A look of utter shock exploded across Kimmy's face as she spewed liquid across the table, "Oh hell no, you didn't! Lizzy!"
Kimmy threw her mug down, shoving it away before panicking and using her hands to corral up the splattered liquid. Uttering apologies into the mug, Kimmy could still taste the sweet spiced flavor on her lips. Conflicting thoughts left her flush with embarrassment, fear, and more than a little sexual arousal.
Tracy came rushing in through a mirrored wall from the back of the room, "Sorry I'm late.." she paused confused, looking at a wimpering Kimmy who was delicately coddling her spilled mug of chai while sensually licking her lips. "Um, So what did I miss?"
Kimmy looked up elated but equally confused, "You're not my chai? Then who's this?"
"Who's what? Huh? It's a milk and spiced tea thing that Leslie assured me was your favorite." Tracy shot Leslie a less than happy stare.
Leslie couldn't hold back her laughter, "You honestly thought Tracy was your drink?"
Giving a sheepish nod, Kimmy pulled her mug back and slowly slurped down another taste.
"That's what we have interns for, hun." Tracy winked, giving the college undergrad a predatory smile as he collected some empty cups and quickly stumbled away.
"So, straight to business. I trust everyone has seen the coverage of yesterday's little show-and-tell?" Tracy clicked a remote bringing up a screenshot of Channel 5's homepage.
"It seems Kimmy has become quite the celebrity. As such we need to milk this opportunity..." Tracy was interrupted by groans from around the room.
"That expression just leaked out, I swear." Tracy waved her hand dismissively to even more groans.
Kimmy looked confused over to Leslie "I don't get it."
Leslie sighed, "Milk, expression, expressing milk, leaking out..."
"Oh! I get it now!" Kimmy giggled, then paused, "But it's not really funny..."
Tracy shook her head, "Fine. I was really pumped , but I guess we've all been punished enough. I'll spare you lot from even more sucky jokes and get to the point."
The sound of Leslie's head hitting the table echoed around the room along with more random grumbling.
"Upper management agrees that Kimmy should be our public image. The public loves her and Peeradigm needs the positive P.R. As of right now, Kimmy is our biggest asset..." Tracy smiled.
"Last one I swear."
"If Leslie, Tina, and Thomas would please stand, you're all getting a real big bonus and temporary assignment to P.R."
Thomas's hand slipped from Tina's thigh, as they both heard their names called out. Their office romance was far from secret, but it was always best not to piss off Tracy during a meeting.
Confused at what exactly Tracy had cooked up, the three stood to accept their award.
"You three know more about the tablet than anyone else." Tracy reached into her bag to reveal 3 brand new tablets, then walked around handing each of them their very own. "With these additional units, you will be ready for interviews, talk shows, the works!"
"Oh, before you sit, one final thing." Tracy pulled out her own tablet and tapped a green glowing circle. "This might even help Tommy keep his hand's to himself." she smiled mischievously, giving Thomas a stern glare.
Thomas noticed his changes first as a pleasurable tingle encircled his nipples, his manhood being stroked by a phantom force. Breasts suddenly burst forth as his manhood swallowed itself and his entire perspective shifted; clothes melting into the same red dress Kimmy had worn at the presentation.
Tina giggled, giving Thomas a big smile. "I like where this is going," as her own body changed to match.
Leslie sighed, already suspecting what their big bonus would be. Seeing it confirmed, she simply did a quick wiggle as the changes washed over her body.
Within seconds three identical Kimmy clones were standing with their new tablets, with the real one looking wide eyed at the scene, still slurping her chai.
"Everyone, please give the new face of Peeradigm a big... hand!" Tracy clapped.
"Tee hee, this feels, like, so weird." Thomas exclaimed before covering his mouth in embarrassment, his boobs gently bouncing from the quick motion. "Like, why do I sound so ditzy?"
"You're the 'head' of 'programming'." Tracy burst out laughing, "Can't you figure it out?"
Thomas inadvertently ran his hands down across his thighs, straitening his dress. Lingering fingers gently squeezed at the curvy flesh as a soft moan escaped from his luscious red lips.
"It's just a little mental conditioning. Your thoughts will adapt quickly, just try to relax and think before you speak... and stop doing that!" Tracy motioned at Thomas's finger that had made its way into his mouth as he suckled it.
Joshua the intern stumbled, dropping his empty cups at the sight of the new over-endowed Kimmy's who were feeling up their new assets in confusion.
Tracy smirked at how Josh's eyes were glued to the new women and quickly tapped out a few more commands.
Joshua barely noticed the tingle that ran up his spine. A tickle of hair fell across his cold bare shoulders, snapping him out of his stare. He looked down just in time to watch his shirt drop into a black lace v-neck maid uniform and large breasts suddenly tug him forward, a coldness spread up his thickening thighs as sexy bare legs were quickly wrapped in knee high black hose and garters.
"Shit, not a maid again. Third time this month."
Tracy just waved Joshua off, "Oh such a dirty mouth for such a lovely thing. Besides, you know you like it. Now be a good girl and clean everything up before I make it permanent this time."
"Yes ma'am." Joshua curtsied in sarcasm as she bent over to pick up the empty cups. Feeling silk panties stretched tight across her round ass and tight bra teasing at her nipples, Joshua couldn't help but mumble, "Best job ever."
Tracy smiled and quietly whispered back, "Meet me in my office after the meeting for some real punishment." then slapped the new maid's ass.
Kimmy finally spoke up, "What about me, the original? Why not just let me do all the publicity stuff?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kim. you were considered for playing the role of Kimmy, but these three know the technology better. They can provide deeper technical insights while keeping to our talking points."
"I guess you're right," Kimmy pouted, "My memory is always poo when it comes to that kind of stuff."
"Don't feel so down. You get to model for the photo shoots." Tracy punched a button, increasing Kimmy's breast size and giving her a blemish free photoshopped body.
"Gee, thanks.." Kimmy rolled her eyes, "At least I don't have to be the photo."
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"Honey, I'm home!" Leslie called out as she shut the door to her and Ted's up-scale condo; Paradise they liked to call it.
Scoring such an amazing place, so completely out of her price range, had been how she first met Ted six months earlier. The roommate post was simple, "Looking for a freaky, tech-headed roommate to share a piece of downtown 'Paradise', aka BrightSpire Condos. Contact Wizzy@Peeradigm"
After meeting with a few candidates at coffee shops, who were appalled by her career choice, Ted was a total surprise. Tracking her down at Peeradigm with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates, and fearless in the face of her profession, he stood out as the clear winner for both roommate and potential boyfriend test subject.
Setting down her bags, Leslie shifted around to straiten the red dress that had bunched up under her bigger bottom and fiddled with the new tablet.
Ted came dashing in from a bedroom wearing nothing but a smile and carrying a breast pump.
"I thought maybe tonight we could..." Ted looked surprised at Kimmy's smiling face. Embarrassed, he frantically fumbled around, covering himself with a damp towel from off the floor. "Kimmy! Oh I'm so sorry, I thought you were Leslie..."
Looking around the room, then suspiciously examining Kimmy's outfit, Ted finally asked, "Is she 'here' somewhere?"
Leslie loved the look on Ted's face, thinking about how much fun she was about to have with this.
"I don't know," Leslie flipped her red dress down, exposing Kimmy's right breast, "Maybe she's in here." She poked playfully at a growing nipple.
Ted was speechless, conflicted between his feelings for Leslie, and her deliciously exposed best friend standing right in front of him.
Mentally chuckling at his look of confusion Leslie advanced forward, tablet in hand. "Well if she is here," she said squishing her boob around, "she would be, like, totally fine with you and me fooling around don't cha think? I mean, it would pleasure her too."
"Well I suppose..." Ted stuttered.
"Look at my big titties Ted. Don't you want them to just suck you in? I mean really suck.. you.. in..." her words lingered as her tongue licked her puckered lips and a finger gently slid inside her mouth.
Leslie picked up the breast pump, twirling it around, "You obviously wanted it from Leslie, but I'm so much more than that litttle geek. She's been telling me all kinds of stories about the two of you." Leslie giggled playfully.
"You want to be MY milk don't you?... Well don't you?"
Leslie giggled in Kimmy's ditziest tone, dropping the pump and mashing up against Ted, "It's o.k. you can tell me anything sweetie. You know you want it, I know you want it, stop pretending and lets do it."
"Oh gawd yes, Kimmy, ever since Leslie wore me as nylons while humping you I haven't gotten you out of my mind. Your nipple, your huge amazing supersized nipple, the soft warm flesh, the feeling of you snagging against my every nylon fiber. The news keeps showing your transformation. It's been one tease after another all day long just watching those clips, and now here you are in front of me. How do you expect me to feel?"
Even with all the teasing, Leslie hadn't realized Ted had such a big thing for Kimmy. Thinking of all the news coverage she realized Ted was right. Here she was in Kimmy's form, the most sexually desired viral video star in the world, pleading for him to cheat on his girlfriend. A delicious thought ran through her head.
"Well then, lets give you exactly what you desire most." Leslie tapped out a final set of commands and set down the tablet.
Ted's eyes went as big as his erection as he watched her body, Kimmy's body, shimmer, slurping once again into itself and into the infamous giant breast, jiggling naked on the floor in front of him.
The nipple called out, "Come to me Ted, I want all of you right now!"
Jumping immediately onto the soft wiggling mass, he found his target. Suckling at an engorged nipple larger than his head, his tongue slipped in first, gripped by the pulsing flesh, followed by his entire head. Slurping his milk covered head back out, he shifted around until his erection found the same spot. Slipping it into her ever expanding firm tip felt amazing.
Pumping into the giant nipple, a tingling tug grabbed aggressively for his member before finally taking hold and sucking it in deeper, hotter, and wetter. The first orgasm built up fast as muffled moans hummed from the nipple as it tried so desperately to swallow his member. Within moments Ted was exploding into Leslie, but something felt strange. His body was wet and tingling, shrinking with each orgasmic burst, and the bursts weren't stopping. Tasting the creamy flavor of milk, he could feel the giant breast sloshing around as he continued to dwindle, his member stuck tightly by the nipple's grip. Each attempt to pull free was met with an uncontrollable wave of pleasure to pump even harder. Pumping uncontrollably, Ted realized he was being sucked into the giant breast through his own member like a straw, and he wanted it.
With a final slurp, Ted was gone. A single white milk droplet dripped down the side of the giant wobbling breast. Leslie shimmied back and forth as she transformed back into the image of Kimmy, breasts shrinking back down to fit her red dress.
"I hope it was good for you" A very flushed, out of breath Leslie whispered in Kimmy's sultriest voice as she teased her nipples, licking off some still oozing milk from her finger.
With Ted safely tucked inside as her breast milk, Leslie went into the tablet profiles to restore her true form. Being Kimmy for the media was one thing, but no reason to stay stuck as Kimmy at home. Punching the green button, Leslie tensed up awaiting the change, but nothing happened. Looking down, a flashing message briefly appeared,
"Unauthorized To Perform That Function, Please Contact Your Peeradigm Representative For Assistance."
Trying again with the same results, Leslie finally gave up on the standard restore.
"Damnit Tracy and your stupid award! Fine, I can just use the emergency failsafe."
Leslie reset the tablet and waited for the home screen... and waited.
After a few minutes Leslie and Ted both felt a brief pleasurable tingle pass through them as the tablet beeped. Rushing to her mirror, Leslie saw Kimmy's face still staring back.
"Like, why the hell was I trying to change into Leslie? Weird"
Ted listened to the strange echoes of Kimmy's voice complaining about something from outside his milky prison. He could care less. His only desire was sloshing around in total pleasure.
Looking down at the tablet in her hand, Leslie found a confusing new message flashing across it's screen.
"This Tablet Is Now Locked."