"Har-ry ... " Victoria remarked unsteadily as she began to suspect what was really going on.
"All right, so, a hundred times smarter is a lot to ask," Harry admitted. "But you will be more highly prized in the eyes of men, so you will still get an edge in life that higher intelligence might have given you."
Victoria lifted an eyebrow, more angrily this time, and yet Harry still loved it. "Harcourt Fenton Funk," she growled, gathering her rage while she addressed him by his full proper name, "I can feel my breasts growing, you ... you ... Uhh!"
"Is there a problem?" He asked it in a teasing way, and yet he was earnest. Could there indeed be a problem, one he had failed to anticipate.
Acting like she was feverishly burning up, Victoria yanked aside her blouse and then her bra, and proceeded to maul her newly expanding breasts.
"Oh my god! Oh fuck! They're so sensitive -- they feel so fucking good! Oh fuck, I could play with these babies all day!"
"Victoria, maybe you could calm down just a little."
"I'm burning up, oh fuck, I'm burning up!"
"Calm down, I'll be back."
Harry rushed back to the lab and poured a glass of water. He sincerely hoped that Victoria was suffering no ill effects on her health.
"Awwwh! Awwwwwh!"
Victoria's cries disturbed Harry so much that he set down the glass. "Victoria? Victoria. what's wrong?" When he got no answer, he decided to hurry back.
"Harry, these fuckers just gave me one hell of an orgasm while I was playing with them!"
"Victoria, just calm down, here you go."
Victoria swigged down her drink, and in that moment, as Harry noticed what she was drinking from, a chill went through him. He had always known his absent-mindedness would get him into trouble some day. In his excitement he had evidently poured out two drinks of the serum, and in his panic he had gotten her that other drink, the water left behind in the lab.
Had he been acting unconsciously? The thought disturbed him, as he did like to think he had certain moral limits?
Victoria's naked bosom bloomed audaciously until they were great puddings of silky flesh each larger than her own head. A corner of Harry's mind, the one that remained relentlessly logical, worried over the problem of new clothes.
"Oh, damn you, Harry, fuck -- these tits, they're overwhelming my mind, it's all I can do to fight it, to not turn into a total slut!"
"Victoria, I admit, maybe I did go too... too ... "
Victoria shut her eyes. Then they gazed at him with a new glint in them.
"Fuck me ... !" she sighed.
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