"I'll say you'll help me up," Jim thought, as he tried to peel his eyes off of the zipper barely holding in Lynn's now tremendous breasts. When she meshed her fingers and bent over to give him a foothold, the weight of them opened a gap in the neckline, giving Jim a glimpse of the very top of her awesome cleavage.
The sound of straining fabric could be heard as Lynn felt herself start to expand again. She jerked upright and folded her arms atop her huge chest. "Will you get a hold of yourself? It's your girlfriend we're trying to free here!" Lynn reached under each arm (not an easy exercise) and adjusted pairs of buckles which gave her busom more room. Jim noticed that each buckle still had a fair number of unused holes.
"I'll say I'll get a hold of myself. I might have to", Jim mused, and this time averted his eyes as Lynn helped him up into the drain. He looked back at Lynn and, deflected by her stern stare, started heading in. "Good luck, Super Mario, and watch out for runoff," he heard her say as he crouched his way down the pipe.
After 25 minutes of shuffling along in almost total darkness, Jim began to encounter occasional narrow drains emptying into his pipeline from rooms about 6 feet above. After a few more minutes the pipe forked into several narrower branches, and he was forced to army-crawl the last 20 yards toward what seemed to be an exit.
He shimmed past a 90 degree upward turn in and encountered a grate, which luckily was easily dislodged. He found himself in the bottom of something like a 10' deep tile-lined hottub, and, climbing out via a stainless steel ladder, noted he was in a room with half a dozen such recesses. The ceiling was crowded with pipes, valves, and hoses.
Alone in what seemed a sufficiently safe space, Jim decided to see what he could pick up on his video device. The controls were simple enough to a dweeb like himself, and he quickly brought up a series of scenes pirated from the Biotech facility's security system, as Lynn had promised.
Flipping past numerous views of scientists in front of computer terminals and tables of chemistry equipment, he stopped at one image that caught his attention: a young woman laid out on a doctor's examination table wearing what looked like an anesthesia delivery mask over her mouth and nose as a team of several Biotech lab-coaters fussed over her. One was removing a blood-pressure gauge from her arm as another prepared some sort of fluid in a rather large siringe. Jim looked away from the screen as the man administered the injection into a vein in the woman's left elbow. When Jim looked back he saw that the anesthesia mask was being removed and that the Biotech crew seemed to be making a rather hasty exit. They left through a heavy solid door which swung out of view as they closed it behind them.
Once the girl was alone Jim could not help but feel somewhat voyeuristic; she was actually quite trim and attractive, with a pretty face not lost in the grainy black and white image and lush, shoulder-length brown hair.
She began to come to. Her recovery from the anesthetic seemed fairly rapid, for she soon sat up on the table with her feet hanging over the edge. She was wearing a standard white hospital gown, and apparently nothing else, as he could clearly see her dark nipples showing through. In fact, they seemed to be hardening and poking into the fabric. In fact...
Jim and the silent figure on the video screen gasped in unison. The girl's tits were growing, just like Lynn's had back at the aquaduct! It seemed this young woman had been given a similar treatment. Her alarm was evident as she pulled off her gown and cupped her swelling breasts, which were entering the d-cup range. "Oh god," Jim thought, "is it because I'm watching her on the security camera?"
She was on her feet now, looking down at her busom as it expanded into her hands. Jim kept staring for a few moments in aroused facination as she grew still larger -- and larger. Then he abruptly looked away, remembering his remote gaze could be the catalyst for the girl's predicament.
At that point, he had the distinct feeling that a tiny devil and a tiny angel were positioned just over either of his shoulders...
Tue Jun 30 03:19:47 1998