Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 01

"Hey! Don't blame your insecurities on me," Rose said. "Besides which, these two" -- she cupped her breasts -- "have got nothing on the prof. She can make me feel inadequate!"

"Oh please; you're much better looking overall than Tamura."

"Jesus wept, girls!" Mike said, throwing up his hands. "You're both gorgeous, and about to be even more so. There're plenty of girls who'd kill to have either of your looks."

"Kimiko and Maaya aren't so bad either, actually," Rose added. "They just need to learn to emphasise what they have, rather than obsess about what they don't."

"That's true, but put yourselves in Kimiko's place," Mike said. "She's always felt self-conscious about her body, she's friends with two of the best-looking girls in Eurasia, and her professor has a chest that makes even them jealous. So when her rich aunt offers to buy breast augmentation formula for her and her friends, did you really think she'd pass that up?"

***

One by one, the students filed into the lecture hall. Since this was an advanced class there were only about forty of them in total, and out of those there were only six guys, including Mike. When Mike first joined the class he had wondered why there weren't more guys who followed his example and joined this class just for the view, but he soon discovered the reason: this class was hard, and Professor Tamura, appearances notwithstanding, was very strict.

It was easy to get the wrong impression about Sayoko Tamura. For one thing she was young to be a tenured professor; she was only in her mid-thirties, and she looked even younger. For another, she regularly changed her hair colour using genetic restructuring; currently, it was green after being purple for nearly a year. But most prominent of all, she had absolutely gigantic tits.

That description didn't even really do her justice: they were easily the largest knockers Mike had ever seen outside the realm of virtual reality. She was the kind of woman you'd expect to see at a sleazy bar; certainly, no one would ever guess from her appearance that she had three Ph.Ds. and was a Nobel laureate. But in fact, the only thing bigger than her chest was her IQ!

She was one of the leading experts in genetic restructuring, which was a hot topic right now. Genetic engineering was easy; it was common practice to remove genetic defects or propensities for disease before a child was born. But modifying the other aspects of an unborn child; that was taboo. Sure, you could engineer a child to be taller, or stronger, or bustier, or have blue eyes if you wanted to, and there were black market doctors that would do it for you, but it was highly illegal and considered immoral; after all, the child had no choice in the matter since he or she wasn't born yet.

But genetic restructuring was different. It made it possible to change someone's genetic code and dynamically restructure each cell in the body to adapt to the changes. It meant that if someone wanted to be taller, they could have their DNA re-sequenced to include the right sequences for greater height, and careful treatment meant they could grow into it even if they had already finished growing naturally. It didn't have the stigma of genetic engineering, because you chose for yourself to use it rather than parents choosing for their children.

The breast augmentation formula that Michelle, Rose, Kimiko and Maaya were taking was a simple form of that; the mixture they took each morning altered their DNA to allow for larger breasts, and included additional components to stimulate the actual growth. It was still very expensive, as the mixture had to be specially made for each individual person and the amount of growth they wanted; if someone else took it, it would have no effect since it wasn't tuned to their DNA. If it weren't for Kimiko's aunt there would've been no way the four girls could've afforded it.

Being a relatively new technology, the full possibilities of genetic restructuring hadn't been realised yet. It was scientists like Professor Tamura and Doctor Bassir who were redefining what could be done; the rejuvenation work was just one example of that.

Mike sat down, and his desk in the lecture hall came to life and brought up all the materials he would need for this class, interfacing with his retinal implants. As per the professor's instructions, he disabled his privacy shield on the implant; she was very strict about making sure that implants were only used for class-related purposes. If she caught anyone playing games or watching movies during class, they could kiss the credits goodbye.

As Professor Sayoko Tamura came into the lecture hall, Mike once again regretted that this also meant he couldn't use his undressing software during class. It would sure help speed up the occasional boring section; although in truth, it would also speed up his death if she were to ever find out that he'd even considered using it on her.

"Good morning, class," Sayoko said as she entered the room, her vast expanse of breast flesh bouncing and shimmying with every step. The twin giants were barely contained by a sheer white blouse that was tied up beneath them, showing off an amazing amount of cleavage. It was a testament to Tamura's teaching prowess that she was able to get anyone to focus on their coursework while wearing an outfit like that.

On any other person, tying your shirt like that would also reveal a good amount of midriff. But for Tamura, it was uncertain whether she even had a midriff. Presumably it was under there somewhere, but it would take a team of experts with specialised equipment to find out. Mike wouldn't mind doing some... research... on what lay beneath that white fabric himself.

He privately imagined what Michelle would look like with her breasts expanded to that size. He knew she would never go for that, but he could dream, couldn't he? The thought got him hard again even without the benefit of his undressing program to visualize it for him; growing up in the countryside, he had something that all these arcology kids lacked these days in his opinion: imagination. He didn't need software to get off.

As a matter of fact, Mike didn't know what size the girls were going for. The four girls had decided to keep it a secret from each other -- and from Mike -- what final size they had chosen the formula to be configured for. Kimiko had said it would be fun trying to guess when each of them would stop growing, and as usual she had pressured the others into complying. Presumably, Kimiko herself would be going for a double-D at least, based on her motto, and apparently she was expecting the others to do so too.

With Rose, there was no doubt she would go at least that large, since it was just one cup size anyway. But breasts that size would look huge on poor Maaya, and while he would love to see it, his more practical side had to admit that it would be a bit too much for daily life, unless she could gain some height too. He briefly imagined Maaya as tall as Rose, with breasts like over-large watermelons, even larger than Professor Tamura's.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he shook his head to get his mind back into reality. He had a class to concentrate on! Damn those girls and their unknowing fuelling of his fetishes. As they kept getting closer to visible results, he found it harder and harder to think about anything else. At this rate, he'd be wanking in the bathroom during lunch break, something he hadn't done since high school!

Tamura came to a halt before her lectern, and turned to face the class, causing a final breast-quake, straining the fabric of her shirt. The way her tits bulged out of the openings in the shirt only served to fuel his expansion fetishes further; it looked as though she was about to burst through. It was his one regret that the breast expansion plug-in he used for the undressing software could only do its thing while in naked mode; it couldn't simulate a girl growing out of her clothing. He had searched in vain for a plug-in that could, and had vowed that one day he would learn enough about augmented reality software to write it himself.

"All right, everyone," the professor said. "Last time I asked you to read that paper on the modifications necessary to the lymphocytes to prevent the immune system from attacking a restructuring agent. Today I'd like to discuss how you think that impacts the design of the artificial DNA rewriting enzymes that are the key to genetic restructuring."

He sat up, and with great effort, banned all thoughts of breasts from his mind. Professor Tamura interacted with her class a lot, so not paying attention was a death sentence. Her classes were more like a discussion than a lecture, and it was part of the reason why Tamura was one of the few remaining university docents that didn't offer online versions of her curriculum; she felt that without the dialogue, following along with her classes was pointless.

Mike thought she was probably also afraid that if she did record virtual lectures, they'd be modified into porn videos in no time; a fear that was not entirely unjustified. All the same, there was no denying that Tamura was one of those rare professors who was actually a good teacher, and Mike enjoyed her classes for more than just the titillation factor.

***

The class itself proceeded with Mike only slipping into tit-sway induced hypnosis a handful of times, and he felt that, hopefully, he'd be able to make it to the end of the day without needing relief; though an extended bathroom visit followed by a cold shower was definitely warranted by the time he got home.

"That's it for today," Tamura called. "I'll post a link to the paper I want you to read for next week on my social stream; it's called 'on the effective use of mRNA in DNA restructuring' and I think you'll find it interesting. Now get out of here and find some food to keep those brains fuelled!"

Rose and Michelle approached Mike while the rest of the class was beginning to leave. Rose had taken off the coat she was wearing on the transport this morning, revealing a tank top that, unlike with Tamura, did show off a good amount of impressively toned midriff. By comparison, Michelle's simple t-shirt and jeans were much more conservative, yet what they hid only encouraged the imagination.

"Keeping up, country boy?" Rose asked teasingly.

"Of course," he said. "Maybe you just find this more difficult due to the lack of oxygen up there?"

"Oh, very original. I've never heard that one before," Rose replied sarcastically.

"That was an awesome class!" Kimiko shouted as she jumped into their midst, startling all of them.

"It was okay," Michelle said. "Personally I would've liked to go into some more depth about the actual process used by the enzymes to reformat DNA."

Professor Tamura approached them from behind. "You are always free to come to my office for further discussion, Miss Meyer," she addressed Michelle. "You know I encourage such initiative in my students, especially ones as bright as you."

"Thanks, Professor," Michelle said, blushing. She wasn't very good at taking compliments.

Tamura crossed her arms in front of her, a move which almost pushed her cleavage up to her chin. It made it very hard for Mike not to stare, and he couldn't help but notice that Rose was having similar trouble keeping her eyes off the professor's assets. Mike had long suspected that Rose was as much of a tit-girl as he was a tit-guy, which only served to enhance his fantasies of her lesbian exploits.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you now, Miss Meyer, if you don't mind," Tamura said. "There is an opportunity I would like to discuss with you."

Michelle looked at Mike and the others. "We did have lunch plans, Professor, but if my friends don't mind waiting..."

"Oh, but they can come too. I actually need a few people for this, and they might be interested as well."

Their curiosity piqued, the five of them followed Tamura to her office. As a tenured professor and one of the faculty's most distinguished members, she actually had an office with a real window to the outside. It looked out through the arcology's superstructure, and from this height they could see right across the bay to Yokohama on a clear day like this, even though they weren't even particularly close to the bay. Yokohama still had numerous old-fashioned skyscrapers and other buildings, but most of them were already empty in preparation for demolition, to be replaced with the latest expansion of the Tokyo Arcology. The way this was going, Mike suspected that a century from now, all of Japan would fall under the arcology's roof, the other city arcologies merging with it as it grew.

Tamura sat down behind her desk, and motioned them to take seats in the various chairs in the office. She leaned forward on the desk, compressing her tits against the faux-wooden surface. "So, how would you like to earn five-hundred thousand yen each?"

That sure took them by surprise. Mike quickly converted the number to Euro-rouble in his head -- something which he still hadn't managed to stop doing, despite having been in Japan for several years. It wasn't a fortune, but it'd sure help to get some better furniture in his apartment. Or maybe he could get some upgrades to his implants; he'd heard there were new models that simulated full-sensory perception, which meant he could simulate a proper breast expansion fantasy where he'd be able to touch as well as see the growth.

Jesus wept, I'm turning into a dirty old man at the age of twenty-four, Mike thought to himself.

"I didn't think the university had student jobs that paid that well," Rose said. "Is this on the level?"

"Of course it is," Tamura said, sounding affronted. "But it's not for the university. Have you ever heard of Madihi Labs?"

"They were on the news this morning," Mike replied. "They're working on that rejuvenation research."

"Exactly right, Mister Conrad," Tamura continued. "My old friend and mentor, Doctor Bassir, works on that research, and Madihi occasionally collaborates with my lab here at TAIU. In particular, we have been working on the cellular strengthening that is part of the rejuvenation process. It's fascinating work." She looked at Michelle. "And if you, Miss Meyer, are willing to consider pursuing Ph.D. in that direction, I would be willing to sponsor you; you are one of my brightest students after all. In fact, all four of you girls are among the top of my class."

Michelle simply turned crimson and said nothing, while Mike felt a bit insulted that he was being left out, but since genetics wasn't his major, he didn't care too much.

"But what does that have to do with your offer, Professor?" Rose asked, keen to get to the point.

Tamura sat up straight, jutting out her breasts; it seems she simply couldn't make any movement without somehow emphasising her chest. "Well, here's the thing. Madihi Labs has just restarted work, and before their research was halted last month, they had just gotten approval from the North-African Conglomerate to start human testing. Simply put, I'm looking for subjects."

"We get to live forever?" Kimiko asked excitedly.

"Not quite," Tamura replied. "The project isn't at that stage yet. This would primarily test the impact of the secondary effects. Expected results include increased muscle-density, improved vision, heightened senses, increased stamina and even an increased libido; though I scarcely think you really need that at your age. And finally, you will require less nourishment, being able to extract more energy from smaller quantities of food."

"I don't know," Mike said. "It sounds rather... invasive. And what if something goes wrong?"

"I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think it was perfectly safe," Tamura said. "Do you really think I would risk my star students if I thought there was any chance of something going wrong?"

"I guess," Mike said, shrugging. One the one hand, the process sounded a bit scary. On the other hand, the effects would be neat, and the money admittedly was good.

"What about that muscle-tone thing?" Michelle asked. "I don't want to look like some body-builder, all muscle and no curves."

"No, you misunderstood," Tamura said. "It increases muscle density and efficiency. That means you'll get stronger without really looking it; you'll just look healthy and athletic. If you're concerned, I'll let you in on a little secret: I've been taking the formula myself for nearly a month, and you probably haven't even noticed any change in me."

"You've been using it?" Rose asked, surprised.

"Yes, and as you can see, it didn't affect my appearance, but the extra strength has sure helped me carry around these puppies, even though I'd already had my back muscles improved before. It has also improved my skin strength, so I can actually go braless on occasion without sagging to my knees."

Now it was Mike's turn to turn crimson. There was no doubt about it now; this day was going to culminate in a wanking session to end all wanking sessions.

"We'll do it!" Kimiko said enthusiastically.

Rose shrugged. "Well, I guess I could use the money."

"Wait, Professor, there is one other thing," Michelle said. "The four of us have been taking breast augmentation formula recently; that wouldn't cause any side-effects, would it?"

"Ah, good thinking, Miss Meyer," Tamura said. "I don't believe it will, as the formulas target different parts of your DNA, so it should be safe to use both at the same time. I'll double-check it though, as so far I've been the only test subject, and obviously I'm not using augmenters; if I got any bigger, I probably wouldn't fit through doorways anymore."

At that moment Mike cursed his imagination, as inexorably an image of Professor Tamura with breasts so large that they jutted out far enough to the side to prevent her going through doors entered his mind. The image was quickly replaced with Michelle with the same set of breasts, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from drooling.

"Anyway," Tamura said. "I won't keep you from your lunch any longer. I'll check on the augmenters and I'll request your medical files as well to check for other problems. And if there are no issues, I'll have a batch of formula made for your DNA and ready by tomorrow; we'll finish the paperwork concerning things like liability and payment then. That'll also give you some time to decide if you really want to do this, as I don't want to pressure you."

As they left the office and prepared to go to lunch, Kimiko was the most exuberant of all of them. "Five-hundred thousand yen! Now I'll be able to get an entire new wardrobe to show off my new figure after the augmenters finish their job!" She jumped in the air excitedly, and ran ahead of them.

That evening, Mike and the Girls of District D went out for dinner to celebrate their new-found wealth in their favourite izakaya -- a Japanese-style pub that serves food and drinks -- in District E, which covered roughly the area of the old Shinjuku and Shibuya wards. It was a great place and Mike loved going there, but it did mean further postponing his desperately needed private time.

Mike always enjoyed going out with the four girls, if only for the envious stares he'd get from other guys, especially on account of Rose and Michelle. He also loved it when inevitably some cocksure drunk Japanese guy would try to hit on Rose and got his ass handed to him. It was great seeing their egos crushed beyond repair. Meanwhile, Rose herself was trying to pick up the cute new waitress, who seemed terribly intimidated by the tall Brazilian.

After plenty of food and more drinks than they really should've had on a weekday, they returned home, with Rose, Maaya and Kimiko parting ways at their station, and Mike escorting Michelle back to her apartment.