Interesting Applications

I've hit a block on the Hub: After Hours, so if anyone has read that and has any suggestions, please fire away. Recommendations and constructive criticism is always welcomed and appreciated for any of my stories, particularly this one.

Now that's over with, please, enjoy the story...

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Zoe fingered the wafer-like plastic nervously, yet extremely proudly. It was a huge achievement, she thought; it was something she was right to be proud of. To get it the school had to be sure you combined an exemplary record for at least several weeks before hand, an expert and intuitive knowledge of the relevant scientific fields, and you just generally had to be smart (although she thought that was probably poor criteria in a town full of geniuses.) She, like everyone else in the school, had been anxiously waiting for letters (well e-mails; it was Eureka after all) to arrive home. It was something Zoe never thought she would be so worried, or excited, about, until she moved to Eureka.

When the email had arrived, Zoe couldn’t bear to read it, and in the end, she had to get Pilar to do it for her. But as she strode down the gleaming halls of Global Dynamics, her GD pass clasped firmly in her hand, Pilar walking besides her towards the new “Commercial Biological Applications Research Laboratory” for work experience, she knew that she had earned this placement. Pilar had been a surprise to everyone, apparently handpicked by Thorne herself.

Passing through the sliding glass entrance to the lab, they saw Fargo conversing with the Lab head and the man they were reporting to, Dr. Irons, as Fargo mixed various colourless liquids and candy coloured powders.
“Hey there Dr. Irons!” sparked Pilar cheerfully. “Is this the project we’re going to be working on?”
“I’m working on this project, and it’s the biggest things in cosmetics. It’s a liquid serum that contains homogenous amino acids that can be chemically pre-programmed to replace segments of DNA. It’s like plastic surgery without the surgery!” Fargo explained excitedly. “Imagine what people would pay for this. It’s my big break!” A statement which he punctuated with a grand sweep of his hands, knocking a large vile of crimson-tinted serum all over Zoe and Pilar in the process, and covering them as they soon after collapsed to the floor.

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“Zoe? Zoe!” was all Zoe could hear as she opened her bleary eyes to sight of her father standing over her, his usual protectiveness evident in his face. “Are you alright? How d’you feel?”
“A little tingly, I guess,” she responded sleepily. “Where am I? And where’s Pilar?... And where’s Fargo?” she inquired as her memories slowly started to return, her tone changing to absolute fury as she launched the last question.
“I’m here,” began a second sleep weary voice, and Zoe turned to see Pilar lying on a sofa. Looking around at the rest of her surroundings, she discovered the familiar walls of home, downstairs, right in front of the concealed fireplace.
“You’re home, Zoe.” Jack began, one of his most reserved tones of care in operation. “After they checked you out at GD I brought you home. There was some sort of explosion in Section 4 and they needed to free up the infirmary there, and all of the tests they ran came back clean.”
“Both my parents are still out of state,” Pilar chipped in, “so I’m staying over here. Dr. Blake’s orders, apparently.”
“I’m just glad that...” Jack began as the trademark bleeping of his cell phone interrupted the conversation, itself cut to an abrupt halt as he flipped the phone open. “Jo, I thought I said emergencies onl... He’s done what? Where? Okay, I’ll be straight there.”
He flipped the phone shut hurriedly as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“I’m so sorry about this, girls, but they found out what happened in Section 4. Call me if anything happens. S.A.R.A.H, door.” He instructed as he headed out. “And by the way, I managed to get Fargo to put S.A.R.A.H. on silent mode for a while so you two can get some rest.”
And with that the door swung shut behind him.
There was a short silence, pierced by an angered “I’m gonna kill Fargo next time we see him. What is the junk he covered us in anyway?”
“Who knows?” responded Pilar more calmly. “Do you think it had anything to do with his ‘instant plastic surgery serum’?”
“I hope not,” was Pilar’s reply as Zoe began to resign herself to being cooped up in the house indefinably. “Well if we’re going to be stuck here, we should at least have a little fun. You find a good movie, I’m getting pizza.”
She jumped up in the direction of the kitchen as a sharp scream pierced the room.
“Zoe!” the brunette said horrifically, her voice wavering. “What’s that?” and she extended a finger to point to Zoe’s crotch, which Zoe looked down at, only to see an enormous bulge pushing up the skirt she was wearing. Her hands trembling at the sight, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to reveal a huge, flaccid member hanging in between her legs, a pair of tennis ball sized tests hanging directly beneath them.
“And your boobs!” Zoe looked in a mirror to see that Pilar was right about that as well. Her breast seemed to have doubled, maybe even tripled their normal size, and it looked like the buttons holding her blouse together were ready to shoot off at the speed of bullets. Turning back to Pilar, she could see that she had divested herself of the layers of blankets and now stood in exactly the same situation as Zoe, the half removed jeans and straining shirt showing off her newly acquired assets. Seeing it, the blonde beauty couldn’t help but begin to feel her nipples tighten and her new attachment rise.

“Zoe, are you getting hard over me?”
Her head spun around in embarrassment and shame as she responded with a mumbled “yes”, that was only just clear enough for Pilar to hear. As Pilar looked back down from the cherub-like face of Zoe, she could see her new shaft expanding to what she would’ve previously considered insane proportions. She couldn’t help herself as she dropped to her knees and the grabbed to the growing member in her hands. She gave it a feel in her hands, eliciting a much pleasured “Pilar!” from Zoe. She gave the fleshy shaft another squeeze, and then stroked it along its considerable length, beginning a steady, but almost torturously slow pace as she grasped it with both her hands, unable to stop as she continued to see the euphoric contortions of Zoe’s face. A large drop of precum leaked from the top of Zoe’s huge bulbous head, which Pilar’s hands quickly grabbed with her hands, using it as lubricant as she began to speed up. She kept retrieving the huge drops, until eventually the brunette beauty couldn’t help herself anymore and moved forward to lick the next drop of precum off. She couldn’t believe how amazing it tested, and planted her mouth firmly round the top of Zoe’s enormous shaft, flicking her tongue rapidly across the opening as she tried to entice more of the sweet nectar, and she greedily lapped it up as it came.

As she continued, she removed one of her hands and moved it to the equally disproportionate balls hanging beneath, lightly fondling them, feeling the large weight of their contents and earning a loud moan as reward for her ministrations. It began to overwhelm Zoe, and she just managed to gasp out an 'I'm nearly there!'

Pilar responded silently, withdrawing completely and unceremoniously divesting herself of her near exploding bra and shirt, and letting her now massive breasts bounce out, as if straight from a hentai film.

Seeing the bewildered glare from her partner in crime, she cryptically explained;
"Well I don't want to have extra laundry later, do I?", and all said with the most scheming smile Zoe thought she had ever seen. Realisation crept onto her face as Pilar reapplied her corkscrew tongue and began pumping the rest of the gargantuan shaft furiously with two hands, as if trying to milk it. The gasps formerly from above her had devolved into a long, continuous moan, and Pilar, with one swift movement, slipped a finger up Zoe's ass.

That was the final straw, and Pilar felt the massive pole of flesh tense up as a flood of thick cream erupted into her mouth, which she desperately tried to swallow, gulping it down with desperation in a fruitless desire to take it all. After 2 mouthfuls worth, however, a need for air and her inability to gulp it down quickly enough overcame her and she regretfully pulled it from her mouth. The spray didn't stop though, and a steady, torrential stream continue to blast out of the thick head and plaster Pilar's entire face, hair, and newly massive tits, coating layer upon layer on the soft, creamy flesh.

Zoe practically fell unconscious, collapsing backwards onto the sofa in exhaustion. The physical drain was evident on her face, as Pilar went diligently about cleaning herself, licking as much of it up as she could, scooping the contents on her face with her fingers and lifting her breasts up to her mouth, happy that she had taken off her clothes.

Silent minutes later, and Zoe, having finally regained a morsel of energy, perked up and closed the comfortable silence;
“Pilar?”
“Hm.” She mumbled incoherently, not feeling much up to real speech.
“I think I should return the favour.”

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Thanks for reading. Again, criticism, recommendations and general praise is all welcomed (and slightly craved.) I do intend to continue this story, as soon as the ideas return to me. I'm probably looking for at least 3 or 4 chapters, but I'm seeing where this story takes me.

Until next time...