Advanced Formulas [Early Access] (Patreon)

(Wow, it's been a while since I've made a Breast Expansion piece, isn't it! Well, I hope it was worth the wait!)

The presentation was perfect, the prototype formula had worked without a hitch. All the investors were awed as an emancipated mouse, who visibly struggled with the task of moving- quickly plumped up, being indistinguishable to its healthy neighbors, in a matter of seconds. 

Marsha had called, excitedly inviting you over to explain another development on the formula; something to do with hormone optimization or something. She really was the brains of the operation, it was your job to keep her happy, and fend off poachers from rival companies. She often bounced ideas off of you, but you didn’t really follow along. It seemed to you she only needed a listening, nodding companion to tease out her revelations. 

She was already off before you were even through the door; yammering on a mile a minute, coffee in one hand, pad of incomprehensible chemical equations in the other. You knew your job, assumed the position with your own coffee, and nodded along- only half in her front room, half in your own thoughts.

She kept her place nice, unlike the what you’d expect from the stereotype of an eclectic, frenzied genius. She knew how to dress, and compose herself, too- the only tell of her imposing intelligence would be if conversation stumbled into her area of expertise, or if it lasted long enough for her to finish a second cup of coffee. 

You were abruptly shaken from your half-daydream; thinking about what curtains to buy- when in one of your 'attentive nods', your eyes registered her figure. She had always been as flat as a board, but right now there were two absolutely foreign objects straining her shirt. Was she padding her chest? Did she get implants, to celebrate? She, rambling and incredulous of your gaze- let you leer long enough to notice, not only did those enticing masses look real, but.. are they.. growing? 

“It took you long enough to notice!” She said, snapping her fingers in front of you “Wake up, Romeo! Haven’t you been listening? They’ve been growing non-stop since I tested a sample of the new formula, I’ve got a theory for how to get them to stop or slow down- at least, but it’s a very, uh.. hands on procedure. You told me you’d do anything to keep me on payroll.. right?”