Lula’s Mistake: A Hucow Story

“Alright, unsurprisingly, I have multiple groups of students to supervise on a Saturday because I made a serious miscalculation in my life journey,” Mr. Breckin said. “Since I can’t legally leave you unsupervised, I have to rely on the next best thing. An eighteen year old honor student, which the state government believes is roughly the same level of responsible as an underpaid and overworked teacher.”

Lula smiled awkwardly as she stood beside the fatigued science teacher. She gave a small wave at the other three in the room. Vanessa and Marki immediately leaned together and whispered hurriedly while cutting their eyes at Lula and giggling. Lula hated it, of course. She’d always hated it, but with only a month before she left behind the small town, the small minds, and the small bullshit, Lula focused on her inner thoughts and ignored the girls’ bitchiness. The other soon to be graduate in the room was Aiden, high school quarterback, prom king, voted most charismatic, and all around idiot. Lula doubted they had two thoughts between the three of them.

Mr. Breckin rubbed his eyes. “Ok, so. Three of you need to demonstrate some kind of basic understanding of chemistry so that I can pass you and still be able to sleep at night. I’ve prepared a simple assignment for you to complete. The primary difficulty in this assignment was arriving here on a Saturday morning — sorry, I have to ask, why are you two wearing cheerleading outfits.”

Vanessa smacked her gum before answering, “We’re going to the baseball game after this. All the girls are wearing our outfits. It looks cuter in pictures when we’re next to the boys in their uniforms.”

“Pfft, baseball,” Aiden grunted. Lula knew he’d gone out for baseball every year and been shot down. Apparently throwing egg shaped balls didn’t translate one to one with throwing round ones. He always resented it and grew moody when the spring rolled around. Already, his glory days seemed behind him. Lucky for him, he was still an eighteen year old with a chiseled jawline, broad chest, and a gloriously curly head of hair.

“Fine,” Mr. Breckin said. “But be warned that any of the chemicals you use today, simply though they may be, will definitely ruin those outfits if you get any on you. Anyway, you have the sheets there. Lula is going to keep an eye on things to make sure you don’t blow up the building or whatever. It should take about an hour and a half to work through. I expect you to demonstrate the experiment both in formulaic response and in practical response. Work with me here guys. Get the work done. We’re all swinging for a C here. Lula’s going to be working on her honors project, but if you have a single doubt whether or not mixing something will kill you —which I very much expect you to have, you should be nothing but doubt at this point in your lives— ask her before you combine things. I haven’t run through all possible permutations of the reagents here so its still possible to kill yourselves with some determined ignorance. Get to work.”

He gave the other three a wave before turning to Lula. Mr. Breckin dug in his pocket and pulled out a huge set of keys. Through some bizarre system of counting, he selected one and pulled it off the ring. “Here, that’s to the protected supply cabinet. I trust you to know what you’re doing, Lula, but if you want my help with your work, don’t hesitate to come get me. Or if those three turn into slack jawed social media drones before they’re halfway through the assignment. I did review those notes you sent to me last night. Um, frankly, your work is beyond me. This project is more for my interest than proving your expertise. I forwarded your notes to some friends of mine from grad school. One of them called me this morning thinking I was playing a joke on her. She wants to talk to you, if you’re ok with that. I can set up a call. Her name is Amanda Newarth, and she works for Imsec Pharmaceutical.”

Lula’s chest fluttered. Most girls her age worried about what boys thought of them or where they were going to college or whether they’d be invited to the post graduation party. Lula worried about all that stuff, too, but she also spent a large amount of time thinking about chemical reactions and industry leading research firms like Imsec. “Yeah, that sounds amazing.”

“Great. She did, uh, want me to caution you though. Apparently you’ve stumbled into some super volatile stuff that maybe shouldn’t be done in practical experiments until you have a more robust support system like a BSL-4 lab. Heh. She wasn’t kidding either. She sounded a little afraid, which I interpreted as a great sign! I told her there was no way you could have half the chemicals you needed to do that work in a practical way. Not that I’m not excited to see whatever you’ve got for the honors project.” He looked at the clock on the wall. “I’ll email Amanda about a call and give her your contact info. Right after I sprint across campus. Good luck with these knuckleheads. And…we’re not really supposed to say this as teachers, but don’t let their sniping get to you. These three have peaked, but you’ve got a whole world of life ahead of you. Just don’t teach.” He gave her a thumbs up which turned into an accusatory finger at the other three before he slipped out of the room.

Lula sat down at the lab table and drummed her fingers on the top of her notebook. Her mind raced with excitement and anxiety about talking with someone from an actual research lab. Someone who seemed to be taking her work seriously. If her theories proved right and other scientists backed her up, it could revolutionize the world. Lula could become the next Einstein, someone who forever changed the trajectory of the human race. She could —

“So do you get that perfect average by sucking Mr. Breckin off or something?” Vanessa said. “Or do you just like being a little, chubby slut?” She pushed her cheek out with her tongue while Marki laughed uncontrollably. Aiden dimly seemed aware of things while he measured two beakers of water.

“Shut the fuck up Vanessa,” Lula retorted. “Between you and Marki, there’s probably not a man in town under 350lbs whose dick hasn’t been sucked. And the only reason you haven’t gone cock gobbling for the real heavy guys is because you can’t find their dick underneath the gut.”

Aiden laughed, the two girls looked at her with daggers in their eyes, and Lula smirked as she lifted a small box out of her bag. Real progress is done with boldness, she thought. And who better to be a test subject than two girls with no future.

Over the next hour, Lula slowly took over the majority of the science lab. Marki watched her with curiosity, Vanessa continued to whisper contemptuous comments, and Aiden mostly measured water while periodically doodling squiggle creatures on his assignment sheet. Lula didn’t actually think she would use her formula on a human subject, even Vanessa. Still, she’d gone to a lot of trouble procuring some not exactly consumer level chemicals. A few she had to synthesize herself using slightly less illegal components. Yes, the result would be volatile for inexperienced hands, but Lula couldn’t be inexperienced if she was the one who invented it in the first place.

She wanted something concrete before she went to the next level, whether that was talking to Mr. Breckin’s friend or the head of chemistry at the University of Chicago or whoever. If she was able to create her compound, she could skip so much of the dismissive “oh she’s just an eighteen year old girl” bullshit. Not all of it, of course. She fully expected to meet resistance on every step of her journey to becoming the world’s youngest genius. Lula even foresaw her own prideful downfall playing out in dramatic grandiose. She’d be humbled and then recover by focusing on her roots to rise once more and become the true paragon of genius that leads the pharmaceutical world for a generation.

“What are you doing, nerd?” Vanessa asked, interrupting Lula’s daydreaming.

“Baking cookies from scratch,” she answered flatly. “Go back to your table.”

“No, listen, I wanted to apologize for earlier. It’s just that, Marki told me something that had me feeling…jealous.”

“Of me? Piss off.”

“Seriously, listen,” Vanessa said, leaning on the table and speaking softly. She looked over her shoulder. Marki seemed to be distracting Aiden with one of her traditionally long and uninteresting stories. “Marki was talking to Sarah who’s dating Thomas, right? Thomas was out at the lake with Jon and Aiden drinking last weekend, and they started talking about things they wanted to do before graduation. They started playing a game of fuck, marry, kill, you know? Do you ever play games or is it just…this all the time?”

“Get to the point, Vanessa,” Lula hissed.

She smirked, “Aiden took a turn. The options were Jen Reed, me, and you. He wanted to marry Jen, kill me, and fuck you. Thomas told Sarah who told Marki who says its all because he likes the nerdy bullshit you’ve been doing. Probably sitting there with a boner right now because you’re all Dr. Doofenschmirtz in your lab coat and goggles.”

Lula tried to suppress the flush in her cheeks. For their whole lives, Vanessa had been playing mind games with everyone. Lula knew the other girl was lying. They wanted to embarrass her, if only to get a chuckle out of Aiden. Or, to get him to say out loud that he would never fuck someone like Lula, that he preferred the petite dumb blonde in a cheerleader outfit. They’d get a hit of serotonin from being the preferred type, Lula’s feelings would be hurt, and Aiden would continue to grow an undeserved feeling of self worth derived through unintentionally belittling others. — And still, Lula couldn’t help but hope that what Vanessa said had some truth to it. “They’re safety glasses, and you should really wear some. Any one of these chemicals could blind you.”

The threat of blindness was clear enough to back Vanessa away from the table, but she didn’t leave without one final needle. “You should talk to him. You know, we’re all going our separate ways soon. Be a shame if he never got his fantasy because you were…let’s say too wrapped up in your…this.” Vanessa gestured at the mess of chemistry strung across the room. She twirled on one heel and walked back over to their lab table to immediately snatch Marki into a deep conversation.

The ruse might have ended, but at that moment, suddenly abandoned by Marki’s bubbly personality, Aiden drifted off into his own thoughts and spied Lula looking at him. He grinned and gave a small wave, holding up yet another beaker of water for approval. Lula tried to ignore him, but the thought wormed its way into her mind. She spent another fifteen minutes working diligently, but as she made a few errors in her calculations due to intrusive thoughts of leaning against the lockers while Aiden licked her neck, she decided she needed to address the issue one way or the other.

Vanessa and Marki quieted down and actually focused on their assignment. They sent Aiden over to the supply cabinet for something, and Lula struck up her courage. “What’re you looking for?” she asked.

“Isopropyl alcohol? You know the stuff you put on cuts.”

“Yeah, Aiden, I know what it is.” She sighed, reached by him, and grabbed the clearly labeled bottle. She held it in her hand while he waited with palm outstretched. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something. I know its probably bullshit, but Vanessa came over and told me this story about a drinking game you were playing with Thomas and Jon.”

“Huh? Oh yeah,” he gave her a sheepish grin. “Dunno why she’s telling people about that. We play dumb shit all the time.”

“Well, you know how it’s getting near the end of the year. I don’t think I’ll see any of you again after graduation, so if you wanted to —”

“It’s just a game, you know. I wouldn’t actually kill you. Like, I didn’t even want to play it. Seems mean, especially when the girls aren’t around.”

“You wanted to kill me?”

“Right. Kill you, fuck Vanessa, marry Jen. It’s a dumb game. I’ve already fucked Vanessa, so I figured that was the least offensive choice.”

“You thought telling your friends you’d kill me was less offensive than saying you’d want to fuck me?” Lula felt a knot of anger in her chest.

Aiden shrugged. He took the bottle out of her hand. “More respectful?” He meandered back to their collective desk. Vanessa and Marki had their hands clamped over their mouths, suppressing fits of laughter.

Lula’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame as she went back to her work. She looked at her notes. So he wants to fuck Vanessa. He thinks its more respectful that way, huh. Then I’ll give him something really fun to fuck.

Lula channeled her anger into chemical formulas. Within a few minutes, she had constructed a method of creating a synthetic protein that would horrify the few people in the world who could have understood it. She looked at her creation with the smugness of a righteous god complex and prepared to alter her work to accommodate her new plan. She lost herself in the work, taken away by a muse or a fury, until a clear fluid dripped into a beaker. She used a dropper to pick up a single globule of the stuff, holding it at her eye level and marveling at the brilliance of what she had done.

She walked across the lab, striding up to the table where the three others sat waiting for Mr. Breckin’s return. Lula glanced at their special project with the derision of a grand master looking at the finger paintings of a child. Marki spoke up, “Can you take this so we can go?”

“Yeah, Lula, shouldn’t you be good for something. Other than being the sacrificial lamb in fuck, marry, kill?” Vanessa said with a saccharine smile.

Lula held up the dropper. “Do you want to know what I have here?”

“Your dildo?” Vanessa spat back. The other two laughed.

Lula’s eye twitched with unstable anger. “If I’ve done my work right, then this is a compound that hijacks your central nervous system.”

The trio went silent. Vanessa remained steely and vindictive, but the other two opened their eyes wide in horror. Aiden said, “Like a nerve gas? Like in the Rock?”

“That’s right, Aiden,” Lula said. “Same general idea, but this doesn’t cause you to choke on your own vomit. It does something else really amazing. It causes your nervous system to tell your brain that it’s time for the endocrine system to go into overdrive, but in a particular way. That means you go through a kind of second puberty. You’d get a lot of use out of that, Vanessa, maybe actually get to fill out that top of yours.”

“Hang on, that’s a drug that makes boobs bigger?” Aiden said, his horror becoming interest. “That’s impossible, right? You can’t make that.”

“Yes, I can,” Lula said. “Want me to prove it?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled her shirt out and, with only the slightest hesitation — after all, if she made a rounding mistake, it would cause her entire to develop a prion disease that rapidly deconstructed her cell walls in an autoimmune response killing her in minutes — she squeezed the dropper’s bulb, letting the chemical compound splash on her breast. Lula took as triumphant a stance as possible while the others watched her. For a few seconds nothing happened, enough time for Vanessa to huff derisively, but then Lula’s shirt swelled.

“Holy fuck,” Aiden said, now rapt with interest.

The tingling feeling in her boobs felt amazing, but Lula didn’t want to cheapen her victory by indulging the sensations. If her math was correct, she would grow two cup sizes, which immediately presented a problem. Her existing bra quickly became constricting. She lost her cool as she scrambled to unhook the clasp, failing as the fabric tore. With some wriggling, she managed to pull the straps off her shoulders as her shirt stretched to its limit. Her heart thumped as she worried the growth wouldn’t stop. Aching nipples pushed against the fabric as the growth slowed and finally stopped. “See,” she said, hefting her new DDs. “I’m a fucking genius, Vanessa. What the fuck are you?”

Marki rose from her seat and walked around the table. “That’s amazing, Lula. But…are they…real? Can I?” She held up her hand.

Suspicious, but strangely yearning for someone to touch her, Lula nodded. She heard Aiden grunt excitedly as Marki’s hand closed around her breast. The other girl’s touch caused a new flush of heat to flow through Lula’s body. Science fizzled in her brain as a rush of hormones caused her to ache with a feeling of faint emptiness. Marki’s other hand joined in the fun, hefting the two heavy boobs with a gleeful smile on her face. “Well?” Lula said, fighting back her arousal. “Satisfied?”

“Yeah, Vanessa, they feel fucking amazing. Softer than mine. See?” Without waiting, she grabbed Lula’s hand and pressed it into the cheer uniform. The stiff fabric didn’t help, but Lula could definitely feel the firmness of Marki’s breasts underneath. Both wondered how Aiden was handling the show of two girls, one with fattened breasts and no bra, fondling each other.

“This is the stuff?” Aiden said, holding the beaker.

A tingling feeling of numbness hit Lula. The dumb jock had a vacant look in his eyes, as if he were drugged. Lula quickly realized that the increased hormones in her own body might have some sort of effect on other susceptible subjects, like other eighteen year olds still coping with volatile hormonal systems. “Aiden, what are you —”

He swung his hand in an arc. By the time he took the beaker off the distillation platform, it had accrued roughly four ounces of the compound. Four ounces that flung across the three girls, with some of it running down the outside of the beaker and across Aiden’s fingers.

Lula managed some outrage before chaos hit, “Aiden, are you fucking insane? Do you know —”

It hit Vanessa first. Lula had a few seconds to appreciate the look of horror on the other girls face before the effect consumed her as well. Vanessa clawed at her cheer uniform as seams split. Her hips burst out first, a pair of pink panties shredding as well as her ass expanded from a petite rear to a fat rump. She made a low groan as her lips puffed up into round, cocksucking cushions. Her breasts burst out of the cheer top with alarming force, sending the school logo flying to join the rest of her tattered clothes on the floor. Vanessa grabbed the lab table as her body shivered with forced orgasm.

Marki did no better. She dropped to her knees as the changes destroyed her outfit. She spread her legs and pulled away the remnant of her panties, shoving fingers into the swollen pussy between her thighs. She looked down between the expanding caramel colored tits bulging out of her uniform to see a big nub of nerve endings jutting out of her engorged labia. Marki touched it, realizing it was her clit on steroids, and her thoughts exploded into incomprehensible ecstasy.

Aiden was not spared either. He watched the two cheerleaders transform into huge breasted bimbos with a slack jawed amusement as his own body shifted. His already impressive muscles became bulging with throbbing veins. His shoulder became a block of thick cords, writhing and coiling as his strength compounded. Unseen, his bones grew and thickened, increasing his height by several inches as his body sent all the wrong signals to his hair follicles. By the time Vanessa composed herself enough to rub her breasts with one hand and stroke her pussy with the other, Aiden’s body hair had transformed into a thick pelt running down to his crotch. Dumbly, he pulled down his pants, showing the root end of a wrist thick cock. He pulled the pants further and further, but the cock didn’t spring forward until they reached his knees.

The three girls all crooned with pure lust as Aiden’s enhanced bull cock flopped into view, fully erect. It moved with such force that it flung an arc of precum that splashed across Marki’s naked back, causing her to vainly shake her ass and hips in hope that Aiden would mount her. Instead, his eyes had settled on Lula. He watched her with fascinated interest as he stroked the ten inch dick and prodded his thick balls.

Lula took the brunt of the formula when Aiden threw it. In her dimming thoughts, she knew such an amount would be catastrophic. She tired to hold on to ideas of a counteracting agent as her breasts split open her shirt at the seams. They grew and grew and grew. Her hands and then her arms tried to keep them in check as they swelled beyond human form. Lula managed to push the massive tits onto the lab station, relieved to have support for their growing weight. They passed the size of her head and soon left the size of beach balls in the rear view mirror.

All the while, she squirmed under the unending cascade of pleasure. She could feel her body shifting, trying to keep up with the new weight added to her chest. At the same time, the rest of her sexual features didn’t slide by unnoticed. Her ass quadrupled in size while her pussy lips thickened into fat, juicy lumps ready to suck in a properly sized cock. And still, her tits remained four times ahead of the rest of her. Aiden and Vanessa pawed at one each, feeling the soft flesh with their hands or, in Vanessa’s case, simply pressing her face into the quivering flesh and licking or kissing whatever she could, as if trying to meld into Lula’s tit.

Finally, Aiden couldn’t contain the raging hard on any longer. With a series of grunts answered with affirmative sounding squeals from Lula, he moved behind her. His hulking form spent a few seconds pulling apart the wobbling ass cheeks before the fat cock pushed into her pussy. A drifting bit of clarity let Lula realize she was about to lose her virginity, not as she imagined in an awkward hookup with some other skinny nerd, but as a hypersexed fuck toy for the high school jock with his chemically enhanced horse cock. He shoved inside her and immediately came, emptying his fattened balls into her as he thrust like a madman, fucking and cumming while his brain turned to mush.

The sloshing feeling inside her pussy as rope after rope of cum flooded her cunt made Lula realize her breasts sloshed, too. On the opposite side of the lab table, her nipples stuck out like taps waiting to be pulled. Marki and Vanessa both spotted the dick sized nipples and went about what felt natural to them. The two fat breasted sluts pawed at one another as they opened their mouths and slurped Lula’s enormous nipples. The effect happened instantly. Lula felt a rush of fluid move across the expanse of her breasts, and a gush of milk streamed into the cheerleaders’ waiting mouths.

Lula cried out in bliss as Vanessa and Marki attempted to deep throat her spurting nipples. Milk flooded them, more than they could swallow, letting it run down their chin and drip on to their own breasts which continued to grow, albeit slower, and leak milk of their own. Behind Lula, Aiden periodically slowed as his orgasm subsided, but could feel his cock throb back to life again and again. The cum pooled beneath her as she rested on her knees, letting the lab table take most of the weight of her breasts. Pleasure seared her mind to a blank slate while Aiden’s dick finally reached a size to match the limit of her pussy. She could feel him stretch her with each thrust and began to imagine her belly filling up with his cum until it finally took root and bred her.

Marki and Vanessa fingered themselves while guzzling milk. Their thoughts buzzed with orgasm until they had no thought at all other than suck, fuck, and milk. Vanessa pulled off of Lula’s fat nipple and looked down to see her belly swollen with milk. Curious, she massaged her own breasts and gurgled as a thin stream of milk sprayed out. She laid back, stroking her fat clit while watching Marki’s milk drip out of her nipples. She no longer knew life was meant to be anything else. They existed to fuck. They existed to lick and suck Lula’s massive breasts. And if they were lucky, they might get a chance to impale themselves on Aiden’s gargantuan dick.

Aiden looked more beast than man by then. Exhaustion finally took him. He let himself slide out of Lula’s cunt, amused at the sight of her gaping vagina between the two jiggling ass cheeks. The gush of cum made him feel satisfied, and he vaguely thought he did the right thing when he did…whatever it was that cause this.

Lula keenly felt the absence of dick inside her. She needed more. More cock and more mouths to suck her tits. The older part of her mind noticed the quivering growth in Marki and Vanessa’s tits as they licked her milk clean off each other’s faces. The big splashes hit the floor, and Lula wondered if her milk might have a similar effect to the stuff that made her a big, milky goddess.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” came a yell from the far end of the room. Mr. Breckin stood in the door, halfway shielding his eyes.

“Oh, hey,” Lula said. “Want a glass of milk?”