The Focus Group

By Red Talon

"Well, this is it." Thought Dr. Conners. "Years of research, testing, study and more testing finally culminates in this final application."

"What do you mean Bill?" asked the young lab assistant who had been helping Dr. Conners for the last few days.

Bill looked at her and smiled. He had enjoyed her company for the last week or so since she started with him in the lab. It had been a while since he'd had a competent assistant. It also didn't hurt that she was very easy on the eyes, especially since he was a career lab rat who didn't get out much and had very little social life to speak of. Jen was her name. She was probably twenty-five, he guessed. She had long, rich brown hair that she usually wore up in a ponytail. She was about 5'6" with an athletic build. She also had a very nice chest. Bill guessed she probably wore about a B/C-cup bra but how could you tell with that white lab coat on her all the time. He also thought she might be interested in him since she was the only woman he had ever worked with him who had laughed at his stupid jokes. It was hard for Bill to know, though. He was definitely not up on reading women at all.

"Well Jen, I've been working for BioNour, since graduate school and they put me to work on this project right from the start. I guess it's been eight years now. Many of my colleagues have since given up and moved on to other projects but I stuck with it. Finally, just last month actually, I had my breakthrough. I was able to synthesize what I call a "genetic catalyst" which can be customized to trigger any number of reactions from the human body. It works especially well on the pituitary gland in triggering different hormones to be released into the body, thereby giving me the ability to modify growth, slow the aging process, increase healing, etc., etc.. The health applications are almost endless."

Jen looked at him and smiled back. "So that's what I've been correlating all the data for. I was wondering what all of the stacks of numbers meant."

Bill looked around him. They were at a facility where BioNour did all of their focus group studies. Bill and Jen were standing in the observation room. There was a two-way mirror covering one wall, looking into a very nice conference room with a large, oak table and several chairs situated around it. This is where the focus group would sit and discuss the products.

When he had finalized his formula, Bill had delivered the report to the executives who ran his division. Lorded over him actually, he thought. Those pompous assholes wouldn't know a double helix from a step ladder. They sat in their offices making a fortune off of his hard work. "Oh well," thought Bill, "at least they take care of all of the petty shit so I can concentrate on my work."

As Bill and Jen were looking out into the conference room. A door opened behind them and three suits, two men and a rather striking woman, walked in. Bill didn't recognize any of them. They introduced themselves as members of the marketing team and sat down on the couches situated on a platform toward the back of the room. A young man entered the focus group chamber and walked over to the mirror. "Are we ready to start?", he asked. The oldest suit on the couch pushed a button on the console nest to his seat and replied that they were. He then pushed another button and told someone to show in the first group.

As Bill and Jen watched through the glass, a group of six young women were shown into the room and took seats around the table. They all looked to be in their early to mid-twenties and, Bill noted, they all seemed to be waif thin. The moderator started by introducing himself and passing out what looked like a release form and some pens to the women. He told them that it was a run-of- the-mill legal release and that by signing they promised to keep the contents of the focus group to themselves. They all agreed and within a minute or so there was a stack of signed documents on the end of the table.

Next the moderator touched a button on the wall next to him and a tray was brought in with what looked like several pieces of wrapped candy upon it. The young man explained that this was BioNour's new product and he wanted the young women to try it and give him their opinions on it.

"Wait a minute. What's going on?" Bill said as he turned around to look at the executives behind him. The female suit put down her diet soda and looked up at Bill. "We found that the hottest products on the market right now are all of those breast enhancement pills. Most of them are snake oil but we think you've found the formula that will work. We didn't want this to get out because, if it does work, we're sitting on the biggest gold mine since the rush of '49!"

"So we found these women through our spyware on the web." Chimed in the younger exec. "They've all spent several hours looking up and buying those other breasts enhancers and, as you can see, they've all been disappointed by the results."

The older suit concluded with, "So to keep the test secret, we told them they were trying a new candy and that we were marketing it to their age group."

Bill was livid. "You're using my formula to increase their tits!?! It was designed to help the handicapped and the aging. You're bastardizing my work!"

The suits just ignored him and continued to look through the window at the group of women. They were all chewing on a piece of the candy and were describing, one by one, what they thought of it as the moderator wrote it all down on a pad of paper and asked questions to keep the flow of responses steady.

Then it started happening.

One by one, the women started to describe a warm feeling inside of them. The brunette at the far right of the table described it as a glowing warmth that started in her chest and radiated out through her entire body. The short blond next to her agreed. The girl across from them with the black ponytail described it as more of a happy feeling that spread through her entire body and was making her feel a little horny.

Bill was transfixed at what he saw through the glass. All of the women looked really happy and were squirming in their seats. A couple of them were reaching for more of the candy. It suddenly dawned on Bill that he didn't even know what the dosage was in those pieces. "How much did you put into the candy?" He asked as he turned around to look at the marketing execs.

The woman replied, "What you recommended, .34 centiliters per dose. That's what Dr. Gedrick said was in your report."

"Centiliters!! I said milliliters! Those women are getting ten times the dose they are supposed to. And some are even taking more now." Bill knew this was going to get out of hand but there was nothing he could do. He decided to just watch and see what happened.

The women in the focus group were each getting really hot. The drug in the candy was not only causing the release of hormones that trigger breast growth but also increasing their libido exponentially. The women were squirming around in their seats and starting to let out little moans of pleasure. The brunette at the far end of the table was so turned on that she started to rub her pussy through her jeans. The cute blond next to her got the idea, undid her zipper, and slid both hands down the front of her slacks, inserting two fingers inside her dripping pussy while rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. By this time, all six of the women were squeezing their chests, tweaking and pulling on their nipples, and/or vigorously rubbing their pussies.

Obviously the discussion had stopped and the moderator was sitting back, mouth slightly open, enjoying the show.

Slowly, one by one, Bill could see each woman's chest start to expand. There wasn't anyone in the room who started out with more than a B-cup but now, as Bill tried to estimate their growth, there wasn't anyone in the room who was less than a C-cup and two of them were reaching grapefruit size. Bill was astounded at the rate of growth he was seeing. He hadn't expected it to work this quickly. He could actually see the women's clothing expanding as their chests grew. There was a sudden "Snap!" and a cry from the short blond as her bra gave way and her breasts spilled out into her T-shirt. She had eaten three pieces of the candy and was now about the size of cantaloupes and still growing. The feeling of her ever tightening shirt rubbing against her nipples and her diligent stimulation of her pussy was too much and she reached climax with earth shattering force. She was screaming with ecstasy and thrashing about in her chair.

The brunette next to her was up on the table now with her jeans half down, working feverishly on her own orgasm. Her breasts were catching up to the blonds and filling her shirt to the breaking point.

All six women were growing rapidly now and caught very deeply in the throes of passion. The two women closest to the moderator, a petite, strawberry blond who's chest had reached the size of grapefruit and a taller, raven-haired woman who's buttons were straining now to contain her, noticed that there was a man in the room and proceeded to throw themselves upon him while he sat there helpless, actually in shock was Bill's guess. The redhead was passionately kissing him and running her hands vigorously through his hair while the other was rapidly relieving him of his pants. He already had a raging hard-on and the woman on her knees quickly engulfed it and started making loud slurping sounds as she expertly worked it in and out of her mouth.

Bill looked across the room and noticed the blond who had overdosed on the candy was getting huge. She looked pained sitting in her chair because her chest had completely outgrown her shirt and it was reaching the breaking point. Her breasts were immense. They covered the entire front of her torso and were starting to peek out the top and bottom of her T-shirt. Her shirt stood a good foot or so from her body and with a loud rip, split at the neck and tore completely open. The blond's tits spilled out and wobbled tremendously in front of her as they hit her lap. She was having a hard time keeping both hands on her pussy as she worked it because her breasts were expanding outward so quickly.

The brunette on the table was still growing as well. Her chest was reaching watermelon size and spilling over the sides of her body onto the table itself. She had relieved herself of all of her clothes and was creating a pool of juices between her legs. Her body shook from the continuous, multiple orgasms she was giving herself.

The two women opposite the table from the blond were kissing each other torridly. As Bill looked on, they moved down to the floor, tore each other's clothes off and started licking each other in a sixty-nine position. The breast flesh in-between them continued to grow until they both had a hard time reaching their tongues into the others sopping, wet pussy.

Bill was amazed at what he was seeing. The red-head and the black-haired woman were taking turns riding the moderator on the floor in front of the mirror. Their breasts bouncing uncontrollably in front of them.

After about an hour, Bill noticed that the breast growth had slowed and was beginning to stop. There wasn't a woman in the room who had breasts smaller than watermelon size. The women were starting to wind down too. The cries and sometimes screams of passion which had filled the room a few moments earlier were dying down to the occasional moan and quiet sigh. Not one woman in the room looked shocked. Actually, as they came out of their orgasmic euphoria, they started to consciously notice and explore their new bodies. All of them seemed to be thrilled.

Bill heard one of the suits behind him hit a button on the console and the door opened to the conference room. Attendants brought in new, extra-large T-shirts (with the BioNour logo on them) into the room and helped the women get dressed. Then all six women left the room with the happiest, most satisfied looks on their faces that Bill had ever seen. As the moderator kissed the redhead goodbye and pulled on his shirt, Bill looked over at Jen. With the shock of what he had witnessed, he had completely forgotten she had been standing next to him the entire time. Jen looked enthralled. She had an almost animalistic look in her eyes as she met his gaze. "I've seen enough, how about you?", Bill asked her.

"Yeah, let's get out of here. What are you doing tonight, Bill?"

Bill looked at her kind of dumbfounded. "Ummm….nothing. Why?"

"I was just thinking I would like to cook you dinner back at my place. How does that sound to you?" said Jen with a comely smile on her face.

"Uuhhh…sure…great. Let's stop over at the lab and get my stuff first."

As they turned to leave, the female executive looked at Bill and said, "You're not leaving already are you? We've got four more sessions scheduled today. You know, this new product is going to make you a very rich man, Dr. Conners."

Bill just shook his head at her and offered his arm to Jen as they exited the room.

As they passed the door to the conference room, Jen stopped and said, "Wait a minute Bill. I forgot something." With that, she opened the door to the conference room and disappeared for a moment. As she reemerged, Bill saw her drop a few pieces of the candy in her pocket. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's go."