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Doodle or Die prompt: "Chemist girl" -Turulchan
Room: NSFW

Step one of her plan was underway. "Or should I say steps one and two," Evita cooed to her breasts as she gave her left and right hearty squeezes. They filled her hands to overflowing, and they'd be even larger once the formula in her system was absorbed. They looked bold and incongruous on her mousy nerd frame, but that was entirely the point. If they attracted enough attention, maybe Peyton would notice, storm into the lab in a jealous rage, and demand that Evita redirect all her efforts to expanding her worthier chest instead.

Evita realized how silly this was. Beyond a shared freshman orientation session, she had no contact with the cheerleader. They didn't overlap socially or academically. Evita didn't even know if the real Peyton wanted bigger boobs, but in her fantasies, the blonde was insatiable. Every night she'd loom behind Evita as she toiled away on distilling formula. She wanted to observe to make sure that every drop went to her. And when Evita was done, Peyton would snatch it away and slam it without a word of thanks.

Evita's reward was watching the blonde go from busty to teeteringly top-heavy, tits growing faster than her equilibrium could adjust. Peyton was seen on campus flanked by two of her cheerleader buddies who would help keep her upright. She spent much of her time in the dining hall. The chemicals made her ravenous and trays upon trays of food ferried to her by her helpers disappeared into her stretched stomach only to reappear after metabolization magic as new breast tissue. As they got heavier, gravity tugged her boobs into teardrop shapes. As they got bigger, they lost their firmness, turning fatty and sloshy, their motility compounded by the fact that Peyton didn't bother wearing bras. But no matter how large she got, she kept coming back to Evita to demand more formula.

It was impossible to keep up with demand. Evita was forced to develop a lower-grade, easier-to-produce recipe for the drug. Despite many disclaimers that the new version would trigger broader weight gain at the high dosages involved, all Peyton cared about was that this stuff came in a tall beaker instead of a test tube. She was only impressed with quantity and if this was the way to get it, then Evita's warnings meant nothing. The very next night she showed up in Evita's lab visibly chubbier, but not at all dissuaded. She simply wanted more, more. The rest of Peyton's body was finally free to bloom along with her boobs and to Evita it felt like it was trying to make up for lost time.

Somehow Evita got the same thrill of watching Peyton's ass stretch out the pleats of her skirt as she did seeing the blonde's tits get full and low and heavy. And despite how captivating her chest was, Evita still found her eyes wandering to Peyton's once pencil-thin arms, now rounded and nourished, each draped softly over her helper's shoulders. Who knew the arrival of those extra pounds could be so enjoyable? There were so many luscious areas to geek out over!

Perhaps sensing Evita's divided attention, Peyton hiked up her top and made her displeasure with her progress known. Evita sat stunned. It was a lot to take in- so much previously hidden flesh on display, and all of it a few shades lighter than the rest of her. Tanning beds could only accommodate so much bulk, leaving her massive breasts and the tantalizing sliver of her belly pale. That made seeing them feel more intimate. Evita got out of her chair. She was overcome with the desire to nestle her head between those jugs so she could kiss Peyton's squishy stomach, but one of her lackeys intercepted her just as she was ducking down. Peyton gave her a stern warning sweetened by a promise: formula first, play later.

Evita returned to her work with renewed energy.

Description
Doodle or Die prompt: "Chemist girl" -Turulchan
Room: NSFW

Step one of her plan was underway. "Or should I say steps one and two," Evita cooed to her breasts as she gave her left and right hearty squeezes. They filled her hands to overflowing, and they'd be even larger once the formula in her system was absorbed. They looked bold and incongruous on her mousy nerd frame, but that was entirely the point. If they attracted enough attention, maybe Peyton would notice, storm into the lab in a jealous rage, and demand that Evita redirect all her efforts to expanding her worthier chest instead.

Evita realized how silly this was. Beyond a shared freshman orientation session, she had no contact with the cheerleader. They didn't overlap socially or academically. Evita didn't even know if the real Peyton wanted bigger boobs, but in her fantasies, the blonde was insatiable. Every night she'd loom behind Evita as she toiled away on distilling formula. She wanted to observe to make sure that every drop went to her. And when Evita was done, Peyton would snatch it away and slam it without a word of thanks.

Evita's reward was watching the blonde go from busty to teeteringly top-heavy, tits growing faster than her equilibrium could adjust. Peyton was seen on campus flanked by two of her cheerleader buddies who would help keep her upright. She spent much of her time in the dining hall. The chemicals made her ravenous and trays upon trays of food ferried to her by her helpers disappeared into her stretched stomach only to reappear after metabolization magic as new breast tissue. As they got heavier, gravity tugged her boobs into teardrop shapes. As they got bigger, they lost their firmness, turning fatty and sloshy, their motility compounded by the fact that Peyton didn't bother wearing bras. But no matter how large she got, she kept coming back to Evita to demand more formula.

It was impossible to keep up with demand. Evita was forced to develop a lower-grade, easier-to-produce recipe for the drug. Despite many disclaimers that the new version would trigger broader weight gain at the high dosages involved, all Peyton cared about was that this stuff came in a tall beaker instead of a test tube. She was only impressed with quantity and if this was the way to get it, then Evita's warnings meant nothing. The very next night she showed up in Evita's lab visibly chubbier, but not at all dissuaded. She simply wanted more, more. The rest of Peyton's body was finally free to bloom along with her boobs and to Evita it felt like it was trying to make up for lost time.

Somehow Evita got the same thrill of watching Peyton's ass stretch out the pleats of her skirt as she did seeing the blonde's tits get full and low and heavy. And despite how captivating her chest was, Evita still found her eyes wandering to Peyton's once pencil-thin arms, now rounded and nourished, each draped softly over her helper's shoulders. Who knew the arrival of those extra pounds could be so enjoyable? There were so many luscious areas to geek out over!

Perhaps sensing Evita's divided attention, Peyton hiked up her top and made her displeasure with her progress known. Evita sat stunned. It was a lot to take in- so much previously hidden flesh on display, and all of it a few shades lighter than the rest of her. Tanning beds could only accommodate so much bulk, leaving her massive breasts and the tantalizing sliver of her belly pale. That made seeing them feel more intimate. Evita got out of her chair. She was overcome with the desire to nestle her head between those jugs so she could kiss Peyton's squishy stomach, but one of her lackeys intercepted her just as she was ducking down. Peyton gave her a stern warning sweetened by a promise: formula first, play later.

Evita returned to her work with renewed energy.