Tit-illating Gift from Ben, a Fellow Researcher

Ben sat in his room, rubbing two vials together in his hand. Pink liquid sloshed around in one, while the other was filled with some sort of purple goo. He didn't know why he taken the purple one. He had just fogged up, and when he noticed it was a little too late to go back.

It could be useful. Trish made it, so whatever it did, it probably did it well. Likely it did it a little too well.

Like usual, he had gone into the lab that night, intending to get his work done once Trish left. He'd have to clean up after her lazy mess, of course, but he didn't really mind. She never left anything that was too dangerous behind, besides that one time with the black sludge in the amputated frog. Ben shivered just thinking about it.

She was nice enough, but Ben always felt scared around her. There was just a malicious, unhinged air about her, as if at any given moment she would snap and Ben would take the brunt of it.

Normally, he wouldn't be too afraid. Even though he was fairly nerdy and scrawny, he knew he could hold his own. Especially against a shut-in shortstack like Trish. Her experiments, though, were nothing short of miraculous. They might even rival the work done by the thousands of researchers at Bimtech and NanoDot.

He wanted to tell her that, to let her know that he appreciated the work she did. It always seemed like she didn't think anyone did. Which was fair enough, really, since none of the professors here gave a rat's ass what their students were working on until it was time to evaluate everything at the end of the year. Every time he almost worked up the nerve, though, something told him that if she took it the wrong way he might be found in a morgue, just another unrecognizable corpse. Or worse, he'd wake up as a giggling bimbo, maybe even with his brain still intact inside a new body with new needs.

Yeah, better to just leave things be.

His own experiments were literally nothing by comparison. He was scratching at the surface of a pool he didn't understand at all, trying desperately to make something work. So far, the best he'd managed was a **** that could make someone's nipples one and a half times more sensitive for about an hour. It was pretty pathetic, really. And gross.

The way Trish had reacted to it had been interesting, though. It was the only time Ben had really felt validated, at all. And it was really the only time he had a real conversation with the girl. He had been working the night shift, trying to avoid his peers as usual, when she had stumbled in. She seemed out of it, and Ben just figured she was drunk or high, but now he wondered if she was doing a little self-experimentation.

It was dangerous, but she didn't like the kind of person who would normally give a shit. Once she'd tested on someone else, at least.

He remembered her coming in, and how tense he'd gotten. The fluorescent green chemicals bubbling in front of him likely gave off a scent. He had tensed, ready for an outburst about the smell or the safety or the fact a loser like him was even in the room.

Instead, Trish had gone stock still when she noticed him, and cocked her head, intrigued. He had waited, holding his breath. Finally, she had looked at all the chemicals on his desk, and he had seen her face light up in surprise.

She had said, "Ohhhh, that's what I was missing! It all makes so much sense now! How'd you figure that out, Ben?"

Although he had been surprised she knew his name, he had recovered and answered. Apparently, she had been working on a **** that would do what Ben's did, but hers had just been a side project instead of something she was devoting her every waking hour to. As that night went on, Ben had worked with Trish, seeing her friendly side for the first and last time while reveling in the praise she was willing to dole out on him.

It had felt nice to be appreciated if only for a moment. Then again, it wasn't exactly an ego boost when Trish learned all she could from Ben and quickly produced her own **** that doubled nipple AND areola AND breast sensitivity for every ounce taken by the end of the night while Ben stood by, unable to help at all.

Ben sighed, the vials still in his hand. What would she do if she found out he had taken them? It was unlikely, given that she was the sort of girl who would leave her fucking cabinet of wonders unlocked in the first place. Was it okay for him to do this?

His girlfriend popped into his mind. Sweet, sensitive Morgan. For all her beauty, for all her smarts, she just could not seem to get over one, stupid hang up.

Her small breasts.

Ben didn't give a shit. He loved her just the way she was! But Morgan was having none of it, and on a GOOD day she would feel comfortable enough with her body to wear a hoodie and to kiss Ben in a loose hug. He tried to be caring, to show her how he felt, to prove to her how cute and special she was, but nothing seemed to work.

When she said she wanted breast implants, it was almost too much. Ben had stared at her, speechless. The idea that she was willing to take that risk, to try to sculpt her already PERFECT body with plastic while in college, was just unfathomable.

No amount of talking helped. It had only made things worse. It was like Morgan didn't even see the brunette bombshell that she was when she looked in the mirror!

After a night of frustration and tears, they had cuddled on her bed. Ben had told her that if that's what she really wanted, he would love and support her. She knew that.

When they had calmed down, something Trish had said in the lab came back to him. He remembered her muttering as she left one day, passing him in the corridor. She had said, "Pink for boob growth, too much, or not?"

He didn't know the context, and he knew that with Trish it could be dangerous, but he had brought it up anyway. Maybe it would help Morgan. She had brightened in his arms, knowing what Trish was capable of after all the stories Ben had fed her over the last year.

She had asked, "Do you think she'd... help?"

Ben had sighed, and said, "I don't know, and if she did she might take things too far. Or try to test something else out."

"Oh."

He still remembered how small it had sounded. "Oh." Like a wilting flower, falling into soft snow. "Oh."

He put the purple vial in his desk, keeping the pink one in his hand. His mind was made up. It was time to go and see Morgan.

Morgan sat with her feet hanging from her raised bed. Across from her, Ben sat on the desk chair she had brought into her dorm room and rolled the pink vial in his palm.

Her chest tightened. Could this really be what Ben thought it was? Trish's remarks weren't exactly conclusive. It probably wasn't safe to try. Not that anything from Trish, tested or not, would be safe.

Was this worth it? She knew the answer was no, but she also knew that it didn't matter. Her legs swayed beneath her, kicking the empty air, and she took in a deep breath. Yeah, there wasn't much that could hold her back from this.

Ben stared at her, clearly nervous. After describing what he thought the chemicals would do, he started having trouble communicating what he was feeling. Morgan didn't blame him, there was no way he could feel comfortable with this.

She cared, but at the same time, she didn't. If he was comfortable the choice would be much easier, but she had already made the choice all the same.

Morgan leaned forward, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheets at her sides. Looking into Ben's eyes, she said, "Babe, I want to do this."

He sighed, and simply said, "I know."

"Thank you Ben. Really, thank you." Morgan jumped off the bed and crushed Ben in a hug, her torso pressing into his. It felt nice, being able to do this with someone she loved as much as she loved Ben. Her heart beat more quickly, and she felt herself flush, becoming calmer and more at peace.

The fact that he was willing to swipe this vial from someone as unhinged and capable as Trish was simultaneously terrifying and awe-inspiring. Whatever happened, she knew that one act had cemented her love and admiration for him like little else could.

After a minute or so, she managed to pull back from the hug. She searched Ben's eyes, then stroked his cheek. As she did that, she reached down and gently pried the vial from his hand in his lap. He closed his eyes as she took out, tensing briefly.

Morgan leaned in and kissed him, the excitement and fear building. She sat in his lap, facing him, and said, "I... I really appreciate this, babe. Thank you so much for willing to take this chance for me."

"Of course, Morgan. You know I love you the way you are, but I just want you to be happy."

Morgan smiled ruefully, her hand playing with Ben's slightly shaggy hair. "I want you to be happy too. I'll show you that tonight."

Ben's eyes widened slightly, and Morgan said, "And I appreciate that puppy dog devotion. Sure, the sappiness and cliché comes on a little strong, but hey, a girl likes what she likes."

"Oh, fuck you." The corner of Ben's mouth twitched upward.

"I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"You know it," Ben cupped Morgan's ass and lifted her up as he stood from the chair. He kissed her, then walked to the bed and placed her on it gently.

"Ah, what's the matter big guy? Couldn't handle the pressure?"

Ben looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. Morgan sat up and said, "Babe, I didn't-"

"No, no, you're good Morgan. I just... I'm nervous, that's all. I'll be with you the whole time though, I promise."

Morgan sighed, and took Ben's hand in her own. "Ben, I know it might seem odd that this is what I want. I can't even begin to express how much I've appreciated the way you've taken this, and the things you've been willing to do to make out relationship work. I am genuinely lucky to have you. No matter what happens, that will be true. I love you, Ben."

A small smile creeped onto Ben's face, and he said, "I love you too, Morgan." He leaned down, gently cupped her chin with his hand, and softly pressed his lips into hers. For a few minutes they stayed like that, gently caressing each other and kissing, their lips breaking momentarily on occasion, only to reconnect moments later.

Finally, Morgan pulled away, panting. She took a deep breath, and readjusted her shirt. Without looking at Ben, she said, "So, what should I do?"

Ben almost wished it hadn't come to this, that he had just left the vial in the lab. After a brief pause, he said, "All of Trish's concoctions are ingested. It's the most standard and effective method for this. If it were anyone else, you'd be swallowing the whole vial, no question. This is Trish, though, so it's likely stronger than anything we'd think is possible."

"She really is that good?"

"No question. The safest bet is to just drink drop or two and see what happens. From there, we can figure out how much you should have, or keep going at a snail's pace."

Morgan bit her lip, thinking. Finally, she said, "Okay, just a drop. How should I do it?"

Ben looked around, then his eyes alighted on a spoon in the corner of the dorm. He jumped up and strode to it, then tossed it to Morgan. "Maybe get a drop of the solution in the spoon, then lick it up?"

"Sounds good."

Morgan tipped the vial as slowly as she could, watching as one single drop of liquid coalesced on the edge and then fell onto the spoon. Immediately, she tilted the vial back up and smiled. The pink fluid had seemed to have slightly more viscosity than water, and once on the spoon she heard it fizz for a split second before it calmed down to its more normal state.

Her heart beat in her chest. She could feel her hands, shaking and tapping on her thick thighs. Her chest felt wooden, and she was breathing a little too quickly. She closed her eyes, then dove down and licked at the spoon.

Strawberry. It tasted almost exactly like strawberry jam. Huh, she didn't expect that.

She felt Ben's fingers intertwine with her own. Looking up at him, she saw him staring at her, almost more nervous than she was.

Hell, who was she kidding. There was no way she was more nervous than him.

He spoke up, saying, "How do you feel?"

Good question. Morgan took stock of herself, but didn't feel much different. "Um... I think I feel just about the same. Maybe a tiny bit warmer."

"Okay, just let me know the moment that anything feels different, okay?"

"Definitely." She smiled, holding his hand tighter. She said, "So, is there anything else I should do while we wait?"

Ben thought for a moment, then said, "Honestly, I don't know. Actual transformations aren't exactly my realm of expertise. I understand the principle, but I haven't been around anyone who's experiencing one, so I don't know what the standard procedure should be."

Oh Ben, Ben and his standard procedure. How that rule follower had got the nerve to get her this vial, Morgan would never know. She said, "Gotcha. What if I take off my shirt and lay back on the bed?"

Ben blanched, then looked around and said, "Um, what... are you sure?"

She punched him lightly in the shoulder and said, "Idiot, it's just to see if anything actually happens."

"Oh right. Okay."

She looked off into the distance. Her hand gripped Ben's tighter, to the point that he had to refrain from wincing. She said, "I... I just, um, want you to know that I wanted you to see them before." She swallowed. "I'm sorry, it's just, you know, I-"

"Hey, hey." Ben looked into Morgan's eyes and gave her hand a slight squeeze. "Babe, you have nothing to apologize for. Nothing. I love you, and I totally understand where you're coming from. Really, I do."

Morgan pulled Ben close and buried her face in his chest. Her eyes stung, and she closed them, breathing heavily. Her hands locked around his waist.

Eventually, she pulled back, a pained expression on her face. She studiously avoided Ben's gaze. "Thank you," she practically whispered. The bed bounced as she fell back into it, and a moment later she tore off her shirt and bra, then threw them to the floor.

She looked up at Ben, her stomach feeling warmer and warmer. Normally, he'd be looking at her, maybe say something else. Instead, she saw that his gaze was locked on her flat, ugly chest, with her small nubs that were somehow meant to nipples. A part of her thought about following his gaze, but it didn't seem like that would be a great idea.

She didn't want to get an eyeful of her chest. Being naked was already bad enough without being **** to confront it. Seeing that, knowing that she had left it all on display... God, she didn't even want to think about it.

She reached out and brushed Ben's arm. He startled, then took her hand and said, "Um, babe... you might want to look at your, um, chest?"

Wait, was it already working?