by Erstwhile Ether

Copyright© 2002 by Erstwhile Ether

Sex Story: A graduate study becomes one of psychology while testing a supplement for breast enhancement.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Reluctant   Lesbian   School   .

CAUTION: Harmful if swallowed. Mild irritant, in case of contact with mouth, eyes, or any muccous membrane area of the body, rinse immediately with clean water. If swallowed, DO NOT induce vomitting, immediately drink large quantities of milk or water and call a physician.

I'm not sure exactly why I did it. Well, of course the reason I chose the study topic is obvious: I can only really fill out my B cups when my weight goes up or once a month. But what the study turned into... , well, maybe it was when I saw the applicants.

You see, I'm doing post-graduate work in the bio-medical field. I saw those ads for the herbal supplements to enhance your breasts, and I was intrigued. The fact is, I can't imagine letting someone take a knife to me and sticking that artificial crap inside. They can't feel real; and in my studies, I've become well aware of all the complications possible (Yikes). Now, I'm not bad looking, but I do need just a little more up to top for the proper hourglass shape.

So, this semester, I decided to take advantage of things with my project requirements, and let some other people do the evaluating before I take the plunge and try these pills. I contacted the company for all the literature, and took a chance on asking for some cooperation. I was surprised when they allowed me to purchase enough for ten participants for only a couple hundred (I only had three to spend).

My next surprise came with the applicants. I posted at the student union and in the school paper, expecting to be lucky to find the twenty I needed: ten for subjects and ten for the control group. In the first three days I got over a hundred applications! OK, so maybe I'm an idiot not to realize that most women want bigger breasts, but not all women are A's or small B's. Still, you wouldn't believe how many B's and C's I got (even two D's!).

The next most astonishing thing was the women themselves. Now, I realize I have a few issues and insecurities, but I don't think I'm too bad on the eyes. What shocked me was that most of the applicants (and the ones who replied soonest) were really good looking. I had set up interviews as soon as I could and in the order I received the forms. As the quantity grew, I was delighted with the opportunity to narrow my criteria and be able to pick and choose. When they started coming in, I was amazed by what I saw, and I started noting how outright beautiful some were. (Yes, we girls can be very critical of each other, sometimes quite catty, but most of us know a good looking woman when we see one: how else do we know when to get jealous?)

As I said, I think it was when I saw the applicants that I modified my plans. I have, at times, found myself to be attracted to other women, and I thought it was a natural thing. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in six months (my last boyfriend dumped me for a ditzy girl with a huge chest). When I saw these girls sitting before me, though, I felt myself getting turned on. The thought of these attractive girls wanting to be more attractive excited me in a way that surprised me. I think it was seeing this one girl who was on the cheer squad, whom I knew to be quite popular, that really did it. I realized that it was their insecurity that aroused me so much. I mean, I never considered that they were as unsure of their looks and attractiveness as I. I suppose there also may have been a little resentment in me at the fact that as naturally pretty as they were, they wanted to be prettier.

So the corruption of my plans started simply. I increased my subject pool to forty and started keeping a second set of notes. As I went on, I found myself picking the prettier ones and judging whom I thought needed better breasts, to place them in the group receiving the real stuff. I also extended my schedule. As for all the extra participants, I guess I just wanted to see their bodies, find out more about them, and maybe have some fun.

Now, probably the real reason things started to change was because of my psychology class last semester. We studied Milgram's experiments, specifically the one where ordinary people inflict massive pain on others because someone in a lab coat told them to. This got me wondering how far I could go with a lab coat and clipboard in a study that the subject really wanted to be in...

At first, I found that I could get them to strip to their panties and bra in front of me so I could measure them. I think that my being a woman also allowed me to go farther. I had originally only planned to use a water displacement method, but now I also used the hands-on approach. I got so turned on that with the second one, after she removed her bra, I lingered in my measurements and cupped her breasts with my bare hands. I added additional questions about their sex lives and behaviors: frequency of sex, do they always achieve orgasm, etc. I played it by ear, going as far as I could, and making some squirm. One girl even told me she had regular anal intercourse! By week two, I was stimulating their nipples and measuring them with calipers. It seemed the hotter I got, the easier it was to put on the clinical persona and push the limits. The more clinical and objective I sounded, the less they hesitated; and the less they hesitated, the more I wanted to do. I found myself getting quite hot for many of these girls, and I wanted more than I thought this study would provide.

The real turning point for me came with Denise, a girl I knew from others to be a real bitch. I had chosen to have them come to me twice a day for each dose and wait afterwards for thirty minutes, so I could evaluate any immediate side effects that may occur. Denise had been rude to another participant, asking if she was still looking for her breasts, and right then I decided to have fun. It was her first dose (placebo of course), and I read her the basic disclaimer; when I got to the part about the basic side effects I substituted. I told her that many women who find success with this have acne flare-ups in the first week, but not to worry, only ten percent persist beyond seven days. Now, there were no known side effects, but these applicants didn't know it, and I wanted to see what might happen. I followed this up with a close, clinical look at her face, and casually added that the incidence was more frequent with the fair skinned. By the end of the thirty minute wait she was almost constantly looking at her compact mirror and touching her nose. Imagine my surprise when the next morning she came in with the biggest zit in the middle of her forehead! By day three, she had broken out all over and came in heavily made up. She wanted out, but I convinced her to stick with it.

I was overwhelmed by the experience, and by the time she left that morning, I had to close the door and masturbate before my next appointment. I did manage to regain my composure, but I knew I could not go back. Denise may have been particularly suggestible, but I wanted to know if this was an isolated occurrence. I became fascinated by the power of suggestion; and the greater power provided by the lab coat, clipboard, and clinical attitude. Each day I found myself pushing the limits further. I tried suggestions on various physical effects, emotional, sensory; nearly all were a success.

By week eight, I was no longer the person I used to be. I found that a couple of my placebo subjects had gained in cup size. One in particular, Cheryl, was a very pretty girl with a nice butt and beautiful legs. She was a princess: sports car and off campus apartment paid for by daddy. Cheryl had been the reserved type at first, but in her second week, she noticed a half cup gain and was very excited. On the fly, I decided again to see what I could make happen. I mentioned there was a secondary study aspect and asked if she'd be interested. Making it up as I went along, I told her that, with this preliminary success, we could up the dosage and accelerate the process. Her eyes lit up and she jumped at the chance, maybe because she had started as an A cup. I cautioned her that there were additional side effects possible, the one most common being heightened libido immediately following administration. I put off her starting until the next day, and rescheduled her as my last of the morning and last of the afternoon, while extending her waiting period to forty five minutes for each session.

When she arrived the next morning, she was smiling and sunny, and I felt my nipples stiffen. As I again cautioned her and planted the seeds in her subconscious, I felt myself begin to get wet. I gave her the double dose of the sugar-starch pills and sat with her while we waited. Letting down my clinical attitude, I started chatting with her casually. I told her I'd try to keep her preoccupied to avoid too much trouble with any excitement she might feel. I asked her about how her boyfriend felt about her participation, and she confided that they'd broken up several weeks earlier. This provided a wonderful opportunity for me to comment on the various negative aspects of men.

Sitting next to her, I soon shifted our conversation back to the study. We speculated on the outcome, and I praised her progress and complimented her looks. Soon I brought out an album of model photos I had collected for comparison in the study. These had turned into nightly stimulation for me as I masturbated to each day's events. As the weeks went on, I had added to the collection with cutouts from various men's magazines. Sitting beside Cheryl, I turned the pages and commented on the pictures within, and as I continued, my language shifted from the clinical to more casual references. I displayed enthusiasm and hinted on my attraction for the wares displayed. I noted the way they enhanced the figures of the women and suggested sex. Soon I began to notice Cheryl engrossed in the pictures and squirming slightly, and so I started to compare her favorably to several attractive Victoria's Secret models within.

The timer went off and I rose to get my clipboard. I could see a little perspiration on her forehead, and her nipples could be seen against the T-shirt she wore. I kept my casual attitude and asked her how she was feeling. She replied that she was a feeling a little bit of the side effects, but trying to brush it off. I knew she was distracted, so I kept my casual attitude and mentioned that probably meant things were working. Her eyes lit, she smiled, and I swear I felt myself throbbing in my panties. I put my clipboard down, told her things looked good, and gave her a little hug. She never even hesitated hugging me back. I pulled back, still holding her upper arms, gave her a concerned look, and asked her if she'd be all right through the rest of the day. She smiled and nodded and I gave her a relieved smile. Then I turned her to the door and walked the few steps with one hand still on her lower back. I told her I'd see her at six thirty and said 'bye-bye'.

I had to lock the door again and didn't manage to leave 'til I'd cum three times. I then decided to go home and change into a skirt before returning for my afternoon appointments. I think it was that day that I lost all interest in the effectiveness of the supplement and decided I would go as far as I could with placebos.

Cheryl showed up on the dot. As she entered I could see her nipples still standing out (She was still not a full B cup, and wasn't wearing a bra all the time). I started out half way casual in my attitude and asked her how the day went. She said it was fine, and I asked her if she had any problem with arousal. She confided that she did continue to feel excited throughout the day. I then got into lighter banter as I turned to fetch the dosage and get my clipboard, passing over the timer. I asked about any reaction from friends, and she confided that her roommate had noticed her improvement. I smiled, told her that was wonderful, and handed her the pills and a cup of water. She tossed them down and then commented on seeing my legs for the first time (at school, I'm mostly a blue jeans type). I had not been sure how I was going to manage things, but with that, it all became clear.

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