Page 6 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“Very good—that should start to work almost immediately,” he said when he was finished. “Now if you’d please just remove your undergarment?”
“Oh, er…” Lexi hesitated. This was why she could never be a stripper or a cam girl—she was way too self-conscious.
“Come now,” Dr. Brandt said sternly, frowning at her hesitation. “I must have access to your breasts for this experiment to work.”
“But how long will my breasts keep producing this, uh, pseudo-golden nectar?” Lexi asked, stalling for time. “I don’t want to go around leaking everywhere!”
“I’ll give you another injection to make your breasts cease production after I’ve gathered my data,” he told her. “Now please remove that undergarment you’ve got on.”
“It’s called a bra,” Lexi informed him.
Taking a deep breath, she reached behind herself and started unclasping the large, white bra. No pretty, lacy bras for her. She always had to get the heavy-duty ones that could support the weight of her massive mammaries. They weren’t so much underwear as infrastructure.
“I’m afraid they’re really uh, big and heavy so I’m not exactly perky up there,” she said, feeling the need to apologize for her large, sloping breasts as she finally bared them.
But it wasn’t her breasts that Dr. Brandt was looking at—it was the broad red stripes on her shoulders where the bra’s straps had marked her.
“What’s this?” he exclaimed, running one long finger across her shoulder and making Lexi shiver. “That garment you had encasing your breasts was hurting you!”
“Well, yes,” Lexi admitted. “It can be painful after a while.”
“But then, why do you wear it?” he rumbled, his eyebrows raising high in astonishment. “Why wear a garment that causes you pain?”
“Because I’m too big up top to go around without one!” Lexi said. “I mean, look at me.” She gestured to her extra-large breasts with their wide, dark pink areolas and large nipples. “I can’t exactly prance around braless—I need some support for my ladies.”
“Your ladies?” He frowned. “Is that another name for breasts? Like ‘ta-tas’ and ‘tits’?”
“Yes, exactly.” Lexi nodded. “But I’m just saying, I’m too big to go around without some support. So I need my bra, even though it hurts me.”
A determined look came over Dr. Brandt’s stern but handsome face.
“No you don’t—or you won’t in a minute. Just stay there.” He disappeared into another room at the back of his office and when he came back, he was holding two small boxes in his hands.
“What’s in there?” Lexi eyed the boxes in his large hands apprehensively.
“Float dots. The women here aboard the Mother Ship have been using them for years now,” he informed her. Flipping open the lid of one of the boxes, he revealed what looked like two small tear-drop shaped rubies “They’re miniature anti-gravity devices that work to hold the breasts up without any need for external fixation devices like your ‘bro,’” he explained.
“That’s ‘bra’,” Lexi corrected automatically, with a little smile. “But how do they work?”
“Do you want me to explain the physics behind them?” Dr. Brandt asked, frowning. “Because I believe it’s quite complicated. How familiar are you with the science of anti-gravity?”
“Not at all,” Lexi said quickly. “And I don’t mean I want to know the science behind them, I meant how do I wear them?” she added.
“Oh—I’ll show you. I’d better apply them myself since you’ve never worn them before,” Dr. Brandt said.
He started to lean down to get to Lexi’s level but then appeared to change his mind and knelt on the floor in front of her instead. He was so tall that this nearly put their heads on the same level, even though Lexi was sitting and he was kneeling.
“All you human women are so tiny,” he remarked, leaning close to her to lift one of her heavy breasts in his large, warm hand. “It’s difficult to get down to your level.”
“Um, you seem to be managing just fine,” Lexi said dryly. She wished that his hands weren’t quite so big and warm—if they had been cold, it would have been easier to let him handle her like this and not be affected by it. Because she was feeling affected—a warm tingling seemed to be spreading through her breasts and making her nipples feel tight and sensitive.
Also, it was hard not to notice how handsome Dr. Brandt was when he was so close to her. His golden eyes were intent behind his wire-rimmed glasses, but she couldn’t help seeing what long lashes he had for a man.
He smelled really good too. She would have expected a scientist like him to smell like chemicals or disinfectant or something sterile and uninviting. Instead, he had a warm, spicy scent that made her wish she could press her face to the side of his neck and breathe in him.
Which was a wildly inappropriate thought! Lexi frowned. What was wrong with her thinking something like that?
As she was questioning herself and the crazy ideas going through her head, Dr. Brandt was lifting each breast in turn and placing two of the little ruby teardrops under each one, right where the underside of her breast met her torso. When he was finished he released her breasts and sat back on his heels.
