Experimental Chemistry (Random Writing for solarbear954)

TAGS: Extremely Hyper, Mini-Macro, BE, Inflation, Excessive Milk/Cum, SCIENCE, Multi, Taur/Taurification

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It had taken several years to perfect, but at long last the formula was complete! The mythical hyper gene had been isolated, carefully prepared in an easily-drinkable solution, and made ready for testing at earliest convenience… or, well, it was technically safe for drinking, which is about as far as Blossom really cared about. The ursine had spent so long working on this one project that she wasn’t going to let something as simple as experimental standards get in the way, not after having gone to such lengths as using every other prototype formula on herself on the way there; last she checked, she hadn’t always had three rows of tits that barely fit into any commercially-available bra, nor had she been blessed with an ass so wide that it frequently got stuck in doors. No, that much was her doing and her doing alone, and Blossom was damned proud of it; so proud, in fact, that she wasn’t going to wait any longer before trying it out.

The bear took the vial and turned around, heading for the temporal acceleration machine. It was a contraption of her own creation, designed to teleport her from one of its capsules to the other; the process would not only transport her through space, but time as well, through some kind of complicated mathematical wizardry that Blossom was certain she’d come up with during a fit of literal madness. What mattered was that it allowed her to skip through the whole process of waiting for the serum to work its way through her system, shunting her to the point in her personal timeline where it had already taken effect. With a final contented sigh, she drank the whole thing, threw the vial onto the ground where it smashed into a thousand pieces, then stepped into the teleporter capsule and closed the door. A few choice button presses later and the assembly roared to life, siphoning power from the electrical grid at such a vastly overpowered rate that the rest of the building’s lights began to flicker, ending with a final, bright flash that took her all the way to… the same spot?

The bear looked down, utterly disappointed at the fact that her body looked exactly the same, then confused beyond her words at how she hadn’t actually moved to the other capsule. The markings on the inside were the same ones as the starting position; had the rig malfunctioned? Wouldn’t be the first time, to be fair, which is why Blossom opted to wait for a few minutes before climbing out to check what was going on. She was quite surprised when she stepped out and the first thing she noticed wasn’t the fact that she was still on the wrong side of the room, but rather, herself. Or, to be more precise, an alternate version of herself that was walking in front of her, separate from her own body, and did look like it had actually been infused with the hyper gene: their breasts alone were so massive that this other Blossom could barely take a step without wobbling; each one was roughly as big as a whole rack had been beforehand, quite the achievement given how large they were to begin with, and appeared to be utterly dripping with milk if all that pitter-pattering was any indication. Their rear as well had been upgraded, with each cheek just about tripling in size, along with an accompanying boost to her hips and thighs, giving her a slightly more bottom-heavy figure. However, perhaps the greatest change of all was the presence of something that was unmistakably a dick, protruding from between her legs, into her cleavages and then straight up above her head, dripping so much pre onto her hair and back that it was almost completely unsurprising when the original Blossom looked down and saw a pair of nuts the size of large pumpkins swinging between her knees. All in all, it was the sort of body that she wanted for herself; where exactly did clones come in?!

“Hum, excuse me?” she spoke up, instantly attracting the other one’s attention, “But what the fuck?”

“Oh… Oh no, this isn’t good” - the other Blossom gasped, looking down at herself and then up at her progenitress - “I thought the teleportation worked, has i-”

“It’s cloned us, yes. Somehow,” the Prime replied, rubbing her temple on both sides, “but at least the serum worked. Come here, I need to test how productive you are.”

“N-no, I don’t think that’s a good idea!” the second-generation bear interjected, taking a step back and slamming her fat ass against a nearby counter, “Not a good idea at all!”

“... why’s that?”

“Because I was smaller in there” - she pointed at the other teleporter capsule - “Until I decided to test my production levels myself.”

The Prime Blossom raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was supposed to be some sort of game. Surely, if this other bear was herself, or some alternative version thereof, then she should be more than aware that saying something like that would only make her want to test things even more, no? Sighing, the Prime walked forward regardless, ignoring the weak protestations of her double, and unceremoniously shoved both hands into the middle pair of breasts. She had about half a second to notice how they vanished all the way up to their wrists before she felt something big, soft and warm slam into her whole body, then the rushing of air around her as she ended up sliding across the floor and completely missing the effects that her rough handling had on the second Blossom: all of her tits had somehow grown outwards so hard, so quickly, that the topmost row had cracked the ceiling while the bottomost opened fissures on the floor, the three pairs positively gushing with so much milk that the Prime Blossom had maybe ten seconds to get up before her lab coat became soaked in it. This was to say nothing of the poor cock shoved between all six of those udders, which had been suitably grown to match the stimulation it received, and made short work of the wall behind it.

As soon as she got up, the Prime Blossom knew that she had something special there. While her first clone was still busy moaning like a needy slut and begging for someone to come milk them, she made sure to head to the nearest teat, grab a beaker on the way there, and retrieve just enough cream to fill it up until it was running over with the thick, warm substance. Whatever it was that this other her was producing, it had to be strong… so she drank it. Almost instantly, her breasts were hit by a wave of pressure that felt like it was coming from within her, expanding outwards with each heartbeat; the first one tore through her clothes, the second one made her about as big as her copy had been before the groping, the third one had her lowermost pair smash onto the ground… and then several more came after that one. By the time the Prime was done, she was bigger than her copy was, albeit not possessed of the same male attributes, probably thanks to only drinking milk; given that she was in no position to start sucking the other bear off, and it was already hard for her to even move with a stack of tits that went all the way to and beyond the ceiling, all the Prime could do was retrieve some more “samples” from all the milk pooling around her, and drag her sorry self over to the chemical synthesizer.

Her hope was that this new and improved lactic substance could be combined with the same formula that gave rise to it, thus creating some kind of super serum for hypers; a hyper serum, of sorts. It was the kind of science that wasn’t scientific at all, and would most likely end up in spoiled milk and a lot of trips to the bathroom, but Blossom wasn’t going to stop now, not after growing the kind of tits she’d spent her whole life dreaming about! Who knew what would happen after she drank the improved concoction and teleported herself again? Whoever popped out the other side would be so much more massive that the moment she drank from their milk, the building would cease to exist!

Well, that was the logic anyway. The centrifuge took a bit to do its magic, during which the Prime Blossom had the opportunity to inspect herself and see what sort of damage the cream had done to her body; surprisingly, there was no aftergrowth, leaving her “merely” stuck at a size so colossal that anyone walking into the lab would faint from the sight alone… assuming they weren’t already expecting something from the fact that a good half of her topmost row of breasts were fully exposed to the outside. The bear could barely wait once the serum was complete, this one significantly whiter and milkier in colour, an appropriate change all things considered; without care nor concern for her own safety, or the structural stability of the lab, the Prime drank the whole thing in one swig… and promptly had nothing happen to her.

This was fine, it was just like the first one. All she had to do was bring herself over to the teleporter and do what had to be done; the machine had an external mode, intended for use with larger objects that couldn’t fit in the capsule proper, and given that a single one of her tits was bigger than it was, it was safe to say she now counted as one. Doing her best to remember how the damned thing was supposed to work, Prime Blossom input the necessary instructions, typed out her authorization code, and then sat back and waited for whatever may happen. Just like the last time, there were a lot of lights and a lot of noises, followed by a bright flash and her failing to teleport properly. Just like the last time, the operation had instead resulted in the creation of a clone Blossom, one who had gone through the effects of the serum. Just like the last time, this other Blossom, this second-generation clone, was much bigger than their Prime version. What wasn’t like the last time happened to be their distinct shape.

Rather than struggling to move around on two overtaxed legs, this new Blossom instead rested atop a bed of breastflesh so colossal that the poor thing had her back nearly flat against the ceiling, a back that was significantly longer than her Prime’s, for rather than the usual skeletal arrangement, this new Blossom was quadrupedal in nature: a tauric bear! It would almost be fascinating if not for the fact that her mere appearance had led to the destruction of a significant part of the laboratory’s roof; the poor thing’s tits were so unbelievably stuffed that each one was about as big as all of the Prime’s racks combined, gallons being jettisoned for her head-sized teats each second, gallons more being produced as those milk factories were set on overdrive. As if that weren’t enough, what poked out from the front bottom row were not one, not two, but three equine-like shafts, each oozing with about as much cum as her breasts were pouring with milk, each one kept on a permanently rigid state thanks to be stuck between what appeared to be six rows of tits protruding from the Taur Blossom’s undercarriage, which joined up with a rather impressive five jutting out from her chest. And to cap it all off, of course, an ass so wide that it almost rolled over her back and trapped her in a shell of her own soft, supple flesh, to say nothing of the frankly indecent amount of thigh she was sporting. All in all, a decent attempt at achieving the mythical “hyper” look. But she could do better. She could do bigger.

And the Prime knew this.

Her plans had to adapt, because even assuming things went exactly as planned, she wouldn’t be getting a second shot at what she was thinking to do. With the other two Blossoms slightly too busy moaning and begging for someone to fuck them, the Prime used what was left of her strength gather several beakers and move to collect a very specific amount of samples for the next stage of her research project: one and a half beakers of milk and cum in equal measure from each one of the two Blossom clones. The reason for this was quite simple: the full beakers would be mixed together and spliced into a brand new, third version of the hyper serum, which would serve as the final test for the day; the half-beakers were for her own, personal entertainment, because if a sample from the second clone made her as big as she was, she could only imagine what a mixture from her other two selves would do… but that wasn’t fair, was it? There was something missing, something she hadn’t done yet.

A full sample from the Taur Blossom alone.

With knees shaking and her tongue already lolling from her mouth, the Prime Blossom used the time it took for the third serum to be prepared to collect yet another beaker’s worth of fluids from the colossal, moaning taur, making sure to fill it up half-and-half with milk and cum, before placing the container carefully in between her torso and the closest pair of breasts to it; the amount of room was so small that it kept the beaker from moving around at all, preventing spillage and loss of precious material. The scent of it was so powerful that the Prime Blossom felt as if she wouldn’t be able to resist it; in fact, her mouth was already getting dangerously close to the proverbial prize when she heard the centrifuge beep loudly and inform her that the serum was complete, as well as a print-out being created with a very big, bold warning that the substance contained within was highly unstable and not fit for consumption, something that the bear was happy to ignore.

With the serum vial capped, it was time for the show. Blossom dragged herself to the back of the lab, collapsing a large section of the roof in the process, and made sure to keep a few yards between herself and the wall, just in case her tits got any bright ideas. In front of her were three things: a pure sample from the Taur Blossom, a mixed sample from her and the second clone, and the serum vial, every one of which would be capable of transforming her into some sort of super-hyper… assuming her predictions were on-point. She stored the mixed sample and the serum into the tight folds of the nearest pair of tits to her, making sure to place a plastic cap on the beaker, before turning her attention to the Taur sample. It was obvious what it would do, and yet she still took her time to experiment with a single sip… and almost immediately thanked her past self for remembering to give some berth between her back and the wall behind her, because even that barely-there taste was enough to nearly double the size of her tits and push her back with enough force to leave gashes in the concrete floor! There was no stopping it now; the substance was so delicious and empowering that it bordered on the addictive, and the Prime Blossom made quite a sloppy fool out of herself by downing the whole thing in long, full gulps that led to several trickles of it falling off the side of her mouth, staining her fur and leaving her smelling intensely of sex.

The results were… well, the laboratory wasn’t going to be usable anymore, and the teleportation machine certainly wasn’t destined to survive anymore. Every mouthful increased the size of her tits threefold, every gulp made a brand new set of milk factories sprout underneath the lowermost pair, sending the Prime careening up into the sky. Her upper body elongated, its spine snapping into place as it prepared itself for its transformation in a tauric shape, already getting ready with brand new racks of milk-stuffed udders to fill its newest undercarriage. Her rear began to expand as well, though nothing compared to the many busts she sported, each of which had not only matched Taur Blossom’s size, but surpassed it already, leaking profusely from every teat as the flooding around them grew to near-catastrophic levels. As if that weren’t enough, the Prime suddenly felt something new and quite heavy press against the last breasts behind her; or rather, two somethings… four somethings? Eight somethings, packed to the brim with their very own fluids, servicing a row of four cocks that seemed to sprout from nowhere, only to immediately find their place within the many cleavages directly in front of them, leaving the Prime Blossom unable to really think about anything that wasn’t desperately trying to buck her tauric hips in order to get off.

And still she grew, until the building was naught but rubble, until her old body became nothing but a distant dream, until even the Taur Blossom, enormous in scope, would be able to fit inside a single one of the Prime’s tits a few times over, until each of her rods was capable of piercing through the dozen rows of taur tits and poke out the other side, oozing as much cum as her udders did milk. Then, and only then, did the Prime bother to take another breath, content that things had gone according to plan… even if now she was stuck atop a monstrously overinflated bed of breastflesh from which she had no way of coming down from.

Then again, that was just one sample, the purely tauric one. She still had the mixture to drink.

And then the proper serum.