The Vial (breasts, potion, transformations) This work is Copyrighted. All rights reserved. You may, however, upload this file to any person or service as long as it remains unaltered. Hard copies may be produced so long as everything below "CUT HERE WITH A SHARP KNIFE" remains unaltered. This is a tale about large breasts, a genius doctor, large breasts, transformations, large breasts, a lonely girl's fulfilled dreams, and of course...large breasts. I would greatly appreciate any and all critiques. If you hate it, let me know. If you love it, let me know. If you're completely impassive, let me know. Please send all critiques or comments to CheyenneCM@aol.com. THE VIAL Cheyenne Chaste Moon Tara strutted onto the stage, and went into a bump and grind routine, with her magnificent, fantasy inspiring, sixty-inch tits joggling about in front of her, teasing, tantalizing, torturing the men in the audience. It was immediately following Tara's act that Mae noticed Alan heading backstage. It wasn't until an hour and a half later that he returned and politely informed her that something had come up and that he wouldn't be able to make their date for later that evening. Mae knew exactly what had come up and who had brought it up, so, after a sound cursing to both Alan and Tara, she left. It was four in the morning and two hundred miles later when the engine gave out, and a cloud of smoke rolled out from under the hood. Mae coasted the car off the road, and quietly sat weeping until she cried herself to sleep. The elderly genius, Doctor Samuel Lavox was taking the old road to his home when he discovered Mae. After picking up the sleeping girl, he continued to his laboratory. Lethe, Doctor Lavox's assistant, met the doctor when he arrived. "Take the girl to the guest room, clean her up, and get rid of her clothing before they contaminate something," Doctor Lavox ordered. Mae awoke and found herself in a small room with lavender walls, a large draped window, a lovely canopy bed, and her own naked self. She heard the door open and when she turned, found herself facing a five-foot five-inch man, who's receding hairline was grey at the temples, and a vivacious, five-foot eight-inch blonde with full, ripe, red lips; sweeping, shoulder length hair; and a perfect 40-24-36 figure. At the sight of this dumpy, little man, who was dressed much like a doctor, and gorgeously nude woman, Mae immediately shielded her body with a blanket from view of the two strangers. Doctor Lavox slowly stepped into the room with Lethe following behind. "Please my child, don't be frightened." "I'm not a child, so don't call me one! I happen to be twenty-three!" Mae snapped. "I'm sorry my chiÄ ...My dear. I did not mean to imply that you were. Tell me, do you dislike your body that much?" "What!?" Mae blurted, confused for a second. "Why don't you mind your own business?" "Please my dear, there is no need to be embarrassed. The human body is beautiful. As you see, Lethe here is not embarrassed," commented the charming doctor in a sweet and caring voice. "She's got nothing to be embarrassed about," Mae whispered, feeling more depressed by the emphasis of the stranger's beauty. Doctor Lavox could feel her sadness. "I can help you, if you would like." "What do you mean help?" Mae quizzed the stranger nervously. Doctor Lavox placed a hand on the shoulder of the exquisite woman next to him. "This is my assistant, Lethe. Tell me...do you think he's beautiful?" "Very," Mae commented with an envious sigh. But her envy quickly turned to puzzlement. "But why did you say he?" The doctor smiled shyly. "It was just over two years ago that Lethe bore a striking resemblance to Quasimodo. It was then, after my many years of research, that I came upon a formula to help my misshapen assistant, which, as you can see, I did. I've found a way to break down the genes and alter the DNA in any living creature, and, in doing so, physically altering the body." This excited, yet confused Mae. "But why," she began, mystified, "if she was a man, did you make him a woman?" Doctor Lavox blushed with embarrassment. "I must confess, my dear," he told her quietly. "I would much rather have the assistance of a beautiful woman over that of a man, any day." Mae was excited. She could barely believe her ears. "You could really make me beautiful?" The doctor gave a friendly smile. "Yes...and in fact, I'm in need of another assistant for my present work, and if you'd be so kind as to help, I'd gladly consider my services paid in full. How's that sound?" Mae was exuberant. "Fabulous! When can we start?" "Immediately," Doctor Lavox stated. Mae awoke from the sedative, torn between anticipation of seeing her new, beautiful body, and the persistent fear that the doctor was a quack, the potion a fake, and her body totally unchanged. She finally gathered some courage and asked timidly, "Well, Doc...was it a success?" Doctor Samuel Lavox once again blushed a smile. "My dear, you are now the ultimate beauty." Mae was more exuberant than before. Doctor Lavox rolled a full length mirror to the side of the table as Mae sat up. Mae was awe struck at the stranger she saw in the looking glass. She had wavy, sunlight hair; a face that would envy even Helen of Troy; and a five-foot six-inch frame with a 45-20-34 figure. Mae was delirious with her new body, but...there was something about it which wasn't quite right. And she knew immediately what it was. Though her breasts were now rather large, they were not large enough. Alan was a "breast man", and Tara's sixty-inch breasts had captured his heart, and, knowing Tara, she would hold him a virtual prisoner to his breast passion, but, worse than that, Steve would allow himself to be a prisoner of Tara's giant jugs until something better, or rather, someone bigger came along. And that someone would be herself, Mae thought. She waited a second, and thought. She wondered whether she should ask him. After all, he had already done more than she could ever imagine. But, she convinced herself, there was no harm in asking. "I was wondering..." she mumbled shyly. "Would you be able to make my breasts larger?" Doctor Samuel Lavox was truly shocked. "What!? Make your tits bigger?" The doctor was puzzled. "But you're beautiful. In fact, you're beyond beautiful. It's just my opinion, but... you're perfection." Mae was crushed, but remained silent. After all, how could she complain? Doctor Samuel Lavox snapped his fingers as he suddenly remembered. "I must go fetch my notebook. I won't be long." He then walked to the door and out the laboratory. Mae shivered with delight as she glanced once again at her voluptuous reflection. But her delight turned to sullenness as her eyes focused on her breasts, which were indeed large...but not large enough. Not for Alan. It was then Mae suddenly felt hands on her. Soft, warm, delicate, sensuous hands. They were Lethe's hands, and Mae gasped as they began to caress her new, inexperienced, sentient breasts. New sensations swelled inside her, and she was just about to let them overcome her when she glanced at Lethe's gorgeous reflection. "No," she snapped, slapping Lethe's hands from her personage. She spun and held both hands out in front of her. "No. I'm sorry, Lethe, but I'm not a Lesbian. I'm interested only in men." Lethe, still roused by Mae's breath-taking body, wrapped his arms around her. "Lethe is man. Lethe love girl." Lethe quickly reached down between his legs for his manly equipment, then hesitated as his fingers searched hopelessly. He glanced down and was startled to discover something entirely different. Lethe took a step back and hung his head miserably, mumbling to himself. "Lethe no have thing." He then looked into Mae's eyes and seemed to beg. "Where Lethe's thing?" Pity flooded over Mae. Poor, simple Lethe. She stepped forward and tenderly held his shoulders. "You no longer have a thing, Lethe. Haven't you noticed that you're now a girl? Just like me." "NO!!" Lethe declared, snapping straight and thrusting out his portly breasts. "Lethe is man!" Without even thinking, she turned Lethe to face the mirror. "Look," she directed. Lethe did just that. "AAAHH!! LETHE IS GIRL!!" Lethe studied sadly her reflection in the mirror. "Lethe sad," she whimpered as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Lethe no can love pretty girl." Suddenly the exquisite sensations which Lethe had brought to Mae just moments before returned to her. "That...that's not really so," Mae whispered, feeling for her. "Actually..." she heard herself saying. "You're very beautiful, and I...I would very much like to make love to you." It was very beautiful. It was, considering the surroundings, very romantic. As it was with Lethe, it was Mae's first time. With a man or woman. It was everything she dreamt it would be, and so much more. Lethe tenderly took Mae in her arms and showed her every pleasurable sensation the female body possessed. And Mae responded in kind, and, for a while, they were the only two people in the universe, and as they both reached multiple climaxes they came to know. Lethe realized that she loved being a woman, and she was ever so grateful to Doctor Lavox; and, Mae discovered that she very much enjoyed making love to a woman, and being make love to by a woman, and she was now very uncertain about her feelings toward Steve. It was several hours later, after their love making, that they realized the doctor had failed to return. They shortly discovered the sad news. Doctor Samuel Lavox lay crumpled at the foot of the stairway, dead. He had either fallen or had had a heart attack. They burst into tears as sorrow overwhelmed them. The elderly scientist had done so much for the two of them. They would miss him dearly. It was days later when Mae queried Lethe. "Does the doctor have something which will help my breasts to grow?" Lethe was puzzled. Mae tried to simplify the best way she knew how. She cupped her new glorious pair of breasts and bounced them. "Tits, Lethe. Breasts are tits." It was similar to Show-and-Tell. Lethe rushed forward with sexual desire and began to gently caress Mae's breasts. "Lethe help Mae's tits." Mae was greatly embarrassed...and slightly amused...and quite stimulated...which she curbed...for the time being. "No, Lethe." She smiled shyly with a twinkle in her eyes. "That's not what I meant. Did the doctor create something that will make my breasts get bigger?" This time Lethe understood. "Yes, Doctor has." "Could you show me where it is, Sweetheart?" Mae followed Lethe into the laboratory, to a huge, wooden medicine cabinet. Lethe reached in and withdrew a brown vial and handed it to Mae. Mae, remembering Lethe's simple mentality, cautiously asked, "Are you sure this is it?" Lethe took the vial, removed the cap, and imparted, "Lethe show." Before Mae could stop her, she took a sip, and recapped the vial. It was less than a minute later when suddenly, as if by magic, Lethe's breasts increased to amazing proportions. Mae was stunned, thrilled, and amazed, as she watched Lethe's breasts, in a matter of seconds, swell outward at least a full ten inches more. This time it was Mae who rushed to Lethe's breasts, and they, once again, made impassioned love. It was near a month later when Alan rang the doorbell to Mae and Lethe's apartment, anticipating to meet the busty beauty Mae had told him so much about. Mae opened the door wearing absolutely nothing, and Steve stepped in. "So...where's she at?" Mae shut the door and locked it behind her, and as Alan turned to face her, she told him. "You're looking at her." Mae quickly left for her bedroom and returned almost immediately with the brown vial Lethe had drank from while in the doctor's laboratory, and opened it. "Okay, Alan, watch out 'cause you're not gonna believe your eyes." As he stood there with a quizzical stare, she smiled and drank of the semi-sweet liquid. She waited; he waited; and finally, after an eternal minute, it happened. It seemed that Mae's breasts threw themselves at him faster than he could blink. He couldn't believe it, so he reached out and grabbed one in each hand. They sure felt real. In fact, they felt perfect. He quickly reached into his jacket pocket, withdrew a measuring tape, and began to measure Mae's newly reborn breasts. Alan replaced the tape to his pocket, then headed for the door. "Hey," Mae spouted, surprised. "Where you going? Don't you like 'em?" "Too small," was all he said. "What!?" "Tara's sixty. You're only fifty-five," he explained. Good grief! Mae couldn't believe it. How could she be in love with such a man? But...she was. "I can drink some more." Her next sip put them both in Heaven. Mae knew she would have Alan forever, and Alan knew he would want no other woman, all because he remeasured her at a whopping sixty-seven inches! As the hours passed, they spent the time in sensuous exploration of each other. They eventually found their way to the roof where they laid naked under the starry sky. "You know what?" Alan whispered shyly into Mae's ear. "You'll probably think this is...weird, but I, umm...I've always loved big boobs. The bigger, the better." Though not knowing why, Mae found this very amusing, and broke out in a giggle. "Don't be silly. Big breasts aren't everything, you know." "I know. But I do love 'em," he confessed with a heartfelt kiss to her sultry lips. "Quite honestly, I'd love it if your's were even bigger." "Oh, stop it," Mae said with a slight slap to his thigh. "I'm serious," he told her, nibbling at her left breast. Mae suddenly felt strange...as if Steve was only interested in her breasts. To set her mind at ease, she made an inquiry. "You're only interested in my breasts." "They are terrific tits," Steve replied, suckling a nipple. "What about the rest of me?" "Yeah," came the mumbled response, as his mouth was still occupied with other matters. Yeah?! That was all she rated? Yeah?! Well, forget this. If all she was to his was a pair of breasts, she didn't need him. Or any man for that matter. "Yeah! Well drop dead!" she spouted before slapping him and returning to her apartment, to her one true love ÄÄ Lethe. Lethe, simple, caring, passionate, honest, compassionate, beautiful, wonderful, Lethe. A woman. The only person for her. How could she love anyone else?