This is a continuing story please read the transformation so it all makes sense.
This is a science fiction story. So don’t anybody say oh that can’t happen.
That’s what sci-fi is.

A knock at her office door interrupted brought her back to the present quickly. It was the weekend secretary, Jan. "You ok, Jill?" she asked
She must have heard me yelling my fool head off,’ Jill thought. "Yeah, Jan, I'm OK; just got a scare, that's all. Thanks for checking." 

Jill could sense Jan's indecision; there had been a lot of noise for someone who was just spooked. Finally Jan said, "OK," and headed back to her desk. That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided upon her immediate course of action, so as not to have too much additional growth for the time being. First and foremost, she needed to get home, where she wouldn't be discovered like this. To do that she needed her breasts to shrink at least somewhat so that she could drive, and the cover of night. She also needed to take care of Brandon and the briefings somehow; she couldn't afford to give thought to those problems yet, but would have to have the things she needed at home where she could work on them. 

Now how to avoid complex thoughts? She considered sleep, but realized that even the brain activity of sleep might be enough to trigger additional breast growth; it wasn't worth risking in any case. The proper solution came to her quickly; there was a little black and white TV in the corner of the lab, which the technicians had kindly connected to the cable for Jill. While her favorite station was out, the home shopping channel should do the trick. 

Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd need Jill was at the TV less than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on the problem. She was relieved to know that she hadn't grown much more while preparing; apparently this problem was straightforward enough that it hadn't required much brain activity. 

Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particularly when Jill knew how much she could be doing. And watching her breasts deflate was much like waiting for water to boil; it seemed it will never get done. 

But, finally, about 11PM she decided it was. She still had very large breasts (roughly 44DD) and certainly wasn't a stick in other ways right now, but at least she could drive home now. 

Collecting her things, Jill sneaked out a little-used and little known exit, and made her way quickly to her car, the last one left in the lot. A harrowing 7 minute drive later along back roads brought her safely home with no more than one or two onlookers getting a free peepshow. Jill found that she enjoyed the open-jawed, dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd seen. Maybe this did have some advantages after all. Thankful for her attached garage and garage door opener, Jill walked into her house. Going through the darkened family room, she caught a sight of herself in the mirror she owned in her front hall and gasped. 'I'm gorgeous!' she thought, in spite of herself. Even having come to hate the blonde, buxom, and brain dead look, Jill couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. Her face looked so much softer and prettier, and her blonde hair complemented her body extremely well. A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room. 
Removing what remained of her dress, plus her slip, pantyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at herself in a full length mirror on the wall. She certainly wasn't a stick anymore; every part of her body seemed to have been molded to just the right shape. She was astounded by the large breasts she now sported; somehow even with all they had been through, they were still beautiful, almost magically, without a hint of the stretch marks she fully expected to see somewhere. 

'Oh well, first things first,' Jill thought as she headed into her bathroom, really looking forward to a shower. As she began to soap up, however, other thoughts entered her head. She was getting turned on; even the lightest touch on her nipples or the inside of her thighs was turning up the heat rapidly. Jill quickly rinsed herself and headed to bed. Not knowing what she would need to do the next day, Jill decided to allow her-self just three hours of sleep in hope of keeping her sleeping thoughts to a minimum. After setting her alarm clock and turning off the light beside her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found herself drawn toward her own body. Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to sleep, Jill began playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple while another massage her clit. Within minutes she was excited and was amazed at how quickly she was becoming excited; normally it would take a lot more than this to really heat her up. Less than a minute after she'd begun, Jill let loss large amounts of cum it didn't take much longer for her to cum twice more. Amazed at how responsive her body had been, Jill drifted off to sleep. 

At 2AM, to the sound of her alarm clock, Jill awoke. Surprisingly refreshed, she got down to business. First, she needed to see where her bust line was starting from. She would need to do a lot of thinking today, and wanted to know exactly what affect it would have. Finding a tape measure downstairs in her sewing room, she discovered her breasts were now 45 inches around. They seemed to be about the same size as they had been when she went to sleep. With a sigh of relief she went on to try other things. Gathering her things together, Jill decided to go back to her bedroom to think. If she was going to grow, she could at least be comfortable doing it. Sitting up, with her back against the headboard, Jill started a stopwatch and began to ponder her two remaining immediate problems. 

First, she decided, what to do about the briefings. She certainly couldn't do them as is; she would never be taken seriously. And there was no one else who knew the material who could be sent in her place; even if there was, it would be detrimental to her career. Jill felt the tingling in her breasts starting again, but decided to ignore it. What if she cloned herself? Whereas a day ago she would have dismissed the idea out of hand, now she felt able to give it serious consideration. Without a thought as to the effect it would have upon her body, Jill found herself determining how to create a clone, how to artificially age it in the time available, and even how to ensure that the genetic material she used would not be tainted by the hormones she had injected herself with. Then she realized that even she was stumped by the problem of how to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought she might have a solution to the problem, but not one that could be implemented in one month not to mention one day. "Shit!" Jill though as she hit the stopwatch and looked at it all the work she'd done mentally, work that would have required a millennia of man-hours, she had completed in just two minutes. 

As she looked down at her body, however, she saw just what two minutes meant to her now. Her boobs reached down past her knees on her outstretched legs. Her tape measure no longer quite did the job, but as near as she could determine her tits were now about 85 inches around. Idly she wondered what cup size (that would make her about a ZZ or so if such a thing existed if anyone was wondering lol). "So my breasts are growing about 20 inches a minute," Jill noted. "God, I hope I don't hit any more dead ends." Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly and checked the rest of her body in the mirror. It seemed that the only other change had been in her hair; while still a beautiful blonde, it was significantly longer, falling past her shoulders now. What surprised Jill, though, was how sexy she still looked to herself, even with her tits hanging down past her belly button. She almost gave in and played with herself again, but decided that work came first. 

'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought, scribbling on her notepad as she settled back onto her bed. 'What about a fix to the hormones?' The tingling was back; it had become almost familiar not to mention pleasurable, now. Scribbled furiously, Jill found a solution. Not the one she had been looking for, but one that would work nonetheless. Working quickly, her breasts swelling to such proportions as to get in her way even just sitting as she was, she mixed the potion. "Well, bottom's up!" she thought and Jill downed the solution, and looked down at herself. Her boobs were incredibly huge now. Each tit probably weighed more than the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet. Using the tape measure for the one measurement she could still take, Jill discovered that her breasts were now a mind boggling 40 inches in circumference. She thought about what her measurements might be (150-23-37) and laughed. Time to prove out her potion now, she though.

Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had been two days before as the stick. Opening her eyes, she discovered exactly what she expected to see her old body. Quickly solving a mathematical problem which had been vexing she convinced herself that things were working correctly now the hormones her body was producing were stored rather than sent into her bloodstream, leaving her plain old Jill. Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about her victory. She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but being a genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun. Closing her eyes again, she concentrated on how she had looked when she examined herself the night before as the bombshell. Opening her eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had worked properly; she looked once again as she had the night before. 

“OK, that's one problem down, one to go. Now what to do about Brandon...” Jill mused. Very quickly an evil thought of revenge came upon her. Transforming herself back into the stick, so that she would have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped herself into a tight outfit she thought perfect for the opportunity, collected her things, and headed back to work.

To be continued...

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