Easier to ask Forgiveness

As the familiar saying goes, "It is easier to ask forgiveness, than to get permission." Well, that works in theory, at least.

At the BrasByDesign Research and Testing Facility*, you can probably imagine that it is quite common for both the staff and the subjects to become quite familiar with each other. I mean, it would almost be quite hard not to, wouldn't it? The very nature of the care needed and the work to be completed means that it is often a very 'hands on' kind of environment. Everyone needs to be comfortable with everyone else, and whilst it may take some time to adjust for new arrivals, usually it doesn't take long for everyone to relax and work together.

Morgan, however, is beginning to struggle. It happens, from time to time. Morgan has been assigned to Chirstine, one of the research volunteers, for over eighteen months at this point. In that time, she has seen her subjects breasts balloon in size and weight - swelling, stretching, heaving with each and every research procedure Chirstine undegoes. It has been an incredible journey so far, and poor Morgan is starting to find it all a little overwhelming.

In a typical day, the young nurse spends much of her allocated time caring for her subject; bathing, moisturising, dressing and assisting, as well as other important jobs such as recording data and performing health checks. Spending so much time together means that Morgan and Christine have grown to be great friends, and Morgan can often be found 'off shift' keeping the now enormous Christine company, just because they enjoy hanging out together.

The last couple of months, however, have pushed Morgan's self-control and professionalism to their limits, and more than once she has found herself stumbling helplessly across the line - almost, but not usually giving in to building desires. Today though is just too much. As Christine's breasts have been pushed to grow larger and larger, slowly but surely they've become harder to resist. Gradually, her plump, juicy nipples, lost in a sea of pale, over-stretched areola rise closer and closer to Morgan's eyeline over the progressing months. Then one day whilst carrying out her duties, the petite nurse finds herself nose-to-nipple, and she cannot seem to compose herself. Her gaze is fixed, her cheeks blush. She stands there, paralyised for what seems like an age, her heart fluttering, her brow a prickling glow. Even Christine grows suspicious of the increasing silence. Gently, Morgan closes her eyes, and leans forward, powerless to resist. She only hopes Chirstine will forgive her for this... again...

*You can read more about BrasByDesign Lore in BrasByDesign - Lore, The Universe and (Almost) Everything!