Horsetits: A Tale of Excess - Main Ending
#2 of Horsetits
Warning: Adult Content, Breast Expansion, Inflation, Popping
Horsetits: A Tale of Excess Started - 8/12/2011 by: Killenor Finished - 1/01/2011
*** --- Ending 1 --- ***
Doctor Chesterfield skipped merrily toward the staff entrance, her well supported bust bouncing merrily with her. In her hands was a pair of Starbucks cups, steaming through their tiny vent-holes into the evening air. Oh how she loved her eleven o'clock venti quadruple shot white mocha and venti quadruple shot caramel macchiato! They were easily her fourth favorite coffee trip of the evening!
Humming a cheerful tune, she stopped at the entrance, hooked her foot into the door, and pulled it open with dexterous grace, all the while sipping from one of her cups while balanced upon the other foot. Skipping inside she headed down to her lab, hoping to catch up on some late night biometric correlation tables. Of course, she hadn't been gone long. Just long enough to have... what... three coffee breaks and a vigorous romp with Tatianna, and the hunky barista, before the tired lil' birdie went home? Plenty of time for work!
Smiling to herself as she finished her macchiato and tossed the cup expertly into a nearby bin, she pushed open the door to her lab... and nearly dropped her mocha! Her machine was active! Not only that, but someone was clearly plugged in, writhing with what sounded to her expert ears as the work of the machine on full power! Quickly she determined who it was on the table by the black coat and the long haired tail laying limp between two thrashing, hoof-footed legs.
Knowing the machine had never been on full biomorphic potentiality before and recognizing the immense research opportunity that the obviously self-conscious horse girl had given her by breaking in, Dr. Chesterfield ran to the console as quickly as she could. Skidding to a halt beside the monitoring console, she let her fingers dance across the keypads, ejecting the remote access pad and a wireless secondary bioscanner. Noting with passing curiosity that Carolyn's vital signs were approaching critical levels. Doubtless if she hadn't been in such exquisite shape, she would surely have suffered a massive, no doubt fatal, heart attack if nothing else. Checking the displays on the remote pad's touchscreen, she saw that the computer was critically close to fail-safe shut-down.
"Computer, User Mellany Chesterfield. Override password 'Tatianna's Tasty Twat'! Emergency disengage and power down!" she yelled into the iPad sized device. "Activate sensors and record all procedural data and back up to all remote servers!"
As the super-loud contraption spun down, the writhing form of Carolyn finally became still. The armatures retracted and the computer went into the self-diagnostic mode preceding shutdown. Dr. Chesterfield practically bounded to Carolyn's side, running her eyes appraisingly over the results of the machine. The chest that heaved and fell was massive, bigger even than her own! Best yet, instead of being attached to a twig, or even one of those "mass market magazine models". No, the Carolyn that now lay upon the table was not only strong, but incredibly curvaceous, astoundingly filled out, and almost obscenely sexualized. Every secondary, and primary, female sexual characteristic had been pushed to the very maximum of possible genetic expression... maybe more. This black filly lying before her was the ultimate form of 'woman' that her science could create!
With thoughts of quite more than science, Chesterfield scanned over the hyper-endowed subject, feeding the information into her remote pad. The readouts showed great instabilities throughout Carolyn's entire bio-enhancing matrix, which was now in greater flux than she had ever seen. The real problem came as she neared Carolyn's puffy, over-excited womanhood. A tiny inhale sent the scents of "aroused filly" and "sexual excitement" racing through her mind, causing her knees to tremble and her panties to dampen in an instant. How she wanted to just leap on top of this perfect woman and just go to town!
But no, the science came first. With a few commands on the touch-pad, a small probe extended from the sensor. Gingerly, and with no small lack of perverted amusement, she gently nudged at Carolyn's vulva, justifying her action by running an electro-conductivity analysis. But then, as Carolyn's body jerked, she nervously jumped back and away.
Carolyn sat bolt-upright, eyes wide, and let out a long, low, feral groan which came from deep within. Her whole body was numb as she came back into lucid consciousness and, of course, the first thing she saw was Doctor Chesterfield holding a pair of devices. That crazy wide-eyed grin Carolyn had come to know was unchanged as she regained her senses. But as she realized just what Doctor Chesterfield's presence meant, and remembered what she had just done to herself, she felt panic rising within her.
"Why... why hello Carolyn!" Chesterfield said in an uncharacteristically nervous voice, though it still sounded far too chipper for someone who's lab was just broken in to, "Are... are you alright? That was quite a lot of serum you absorbed."
"I... I can't feel..." Carolyn said through a voice that refused to sound like she wanted.
"Normal side effect. As I said... you took in a lot..." replied the doctor, jumping in as she always seemed to, "Now, I really would like to finish running some tests... you see, the machine has never run like that before and I need all the data I can get. I could get so many publications and patents for this!"
Suddenly, Chesterfield advanced upon poor scared Carolyn. The nervousness had been replaced with something entirely different. Something Carolyn could only think was 'desire'. Those insane red marble-like eyes stared at her like she was a piece of meat... or perhaps an incredibly delicious carrot... and the lick of the lips that followed only confirmed things.
"Besides." the doctor continued, "I'd hate myself forever if I didn't give myself a chance to... ahem... experiment a bit."
That did it for Carolyn. Jumping up from the table, she wobbled momentarily upon nerveless legs before running over to the pile of her clothes. Despite Chesterfield's protestations, the crazy bunny did not run after her, much to her relief. However, she wasn't about to waste any time waiting for pursuit. Grabbing her clothes against a bosom so swollen, that she found it difficult to reach around, Carolyn pushed through the lab door and pelted down the hall.
Slamming through the exit through which she entered, Carolyn felt a shock as her feeling returned. The night air was frigid against her over-stimulated nerves. Standing naked in the breeze did nothing at all to help this feeling. Hastily, she threw down her pile and seized her panties. Seeing herself over her now ponderous breasts was nigh impossible, but through a little struggling, she was able to get her feet through the leg-holes. To her shock and horror, the panties would no longer slide easily over her hips! The additions the machine had made to her hips and buttocks exceeded even the elastic of her waistband!
After seconds of trying, she heard her name being called from within the medical center. At that, she dropped the ill-fitting underwear and ran desperately into the darkness.
Something was wrong, she thought frantically as a tremor shuddered through her now overdeveloped form. Her body felt like it was being turned into Jell-O even as she ran. Worst of all, it felt like every step she took threatened to pitch her forward. No time to worry now, she thought, now was the time to escape the crazy doctor and her body warping monstrosity!
But just a few more steps was all she could manage. Her thighs and hips, buttocks and breasts all rippled so intensely that she fell to her knees, unable to continue. Even as she fell, the cold of the concrete was felt upon her super-sensitive nipples as they too touched the ground.
"Oh God!" she cried out to no one in particular, "They're growing!"
Her panic-minded utterance was confirmed a second later as she felt her upper body pushing away from the ground. Whatever was happening, her tits were quickly becoming gigantic! Even now they felt like two large beach-balls being inflated!
Frantically she tried to stand, but even as she did another heave of rippling threw her off balance. Her hands pushed frantically at the orbs of expanding flesh to no avail, finding them as resilient and springy as they had ever been. Whatever was happening, it wouldn't be pushed down so easily.
Her chin was pushed up, and so too were her knees from the ground as her breasts continued their inexorable expansion. Her only relief was the knowledge that this wasn't happening while she was on her back. Fearfully, she cast her gaze back and forth hoping someone, anyone would help her... but at the same time hoping desperately that no one was around to witness this bizarre embarrassment.
Turning her strained neck, she was able to see over her own shoulder. She saw her own hindquarters, massive like a hippo-man's wet dream, but rippling and shrinking even as her tits gained in girth. THAT was where the mass was coming from! Somehow it was being pulled from all around the rest of her!
"Carolyn? Oh no!" came the cry of the hyper-caffeinated coney doctor from a short way away. "Hold still! I need to scan you!"
"Why not HELP ME?!" Carolyn cried out in a frightful whiny.
"'Cause I don't know what I'm dealing with," Chesterfield responded in the same sort of tone that valley girls said 'Uh, Duuuuh.', "Now let me scan you or I won't know what's going on!"
By now, Carolyn had been pushed into a standing position as her monstrous tits neared the size of couches. Luckily, they had gotten so large that sensation now couldn't register through them, her brain being so confused by the unnatural input that it simply shut down sensation to the region. All Carolyn felt was the incredible pressure of her own expanding breasts pushing her backwards and the highly unpleasant, but not painful, stretching of her chest-skin.
"My Gawd!" Chesterfield exclaimed with far more excitement than was appropriate, "They're bigger than my Volkswagen now! I wonder how far this will go!"
Carolyn yelled out an indignant reply, but her words were drowned out as a roll of breast-flesh pushed over her muzzle. Instantly, her terse response was turned into screaming and gasping as she fought to free her face with arms that had to push through ever growing mass.
An odd squeal/groan resounded through the night air as Carolyn's breasts pushed aside an empty dumpster that had been nearly twelve feet away from her only minutes before, coming to a halt as her chest-meat reached its maximum. Now the sound changed, resembling an over-full balloon that was being roughly rubbed by a damp hand. Chesterfield tucked her instruments into her pockets and clamped her large ears to the sides of her head to escape the sound.
KFFFFOOOOOOMM!!!!!!
With a massive burst of sound, Carolyn's breasts simply exploded! Chesterfield saw the young filly's body fly backward with the force of exploding mammaries. Quickly she squinted her eyes as she saw breast-shrapnel fly at her, bracing to be hit by what she imagined would be blobs of organic matter. Instead, she felt what she could have sworn was scraps of cloth or perhaps paper. Her eyes flew open in time to see strips, streamers, squares, and shreds of bright and randomly colored confetti drifting down through the street-light illuminated air. It was like a crazy colorful snow!
Whipping out her scanner once again she set to the task of analyzing this fascinating turn of events. It was the bio-polymeric compound! Somehow it had gone through all manner of phase shifts, forming this beautiful colored confetti!
"Definitely going to have to run some more tests on this!" Chesterfield exclaimed excitedly into her pad's mic.
***
Carolyn woke up on her bed, just as she had done so many times before. Groggily she shuffled into her bathroom to take a long, hard look in the mirror. There she was... plain old Carolyn. Rail-thin, black coat, sun-bleached mane, and the flatted chest anyone ever saw. She sighed heavily as she prepared for her morning routine. Idly, she touched her chest, feeling the same old nipples, the only thing that gave her chest any non-muscular definition. There was no joy there, no sensation. No, it was all gone.
Idly, she remembered, back to those wonderful few days when she'd had it all...
Heaving a sigh, she shouldered her duffel and headed out to the gym. Oh well, she thought, at least all my clothes fit now.
MORAL: Don't be greedy. Appreciate what you've got, and what you can get, but don't go messing with experimental medical equipment.