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The next board meeting is scheduled for 1900h on 2014-04-02. This is our prospective agenda. The minutes will be recorded at [[Board/Meeting_minutes_2014-04-02]].
== The next board meeting is scheduled for 1900h on 2014-04-02. ==


== Administriva ==
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The succeeding days passed the same way, marked by the inexorable growth of Andrew's cock and Megan's breasts, punctuated by daily meetings and measurements. One meeting was a brainstorming session to think of possible spin-offs to exploit (movie cameos, talk shows, clothing lines, porno, jumbo sex toys, dairy products, condoms, the list was endless). Andrew suggested that Megan could promote real estate. "She's got huuuuge ... tracts of land. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink." When Carson finally recognized the reference to Monty Python, he decided it was best not to associate Python Bio with the old British comedy troupe. "Customers would show up expecting us to walk silly. Or worse yet, that the doctors would all be wearing lederhosen with handkerchiefs on their heads. No, not the image we want at all." Porno was also shelved for the time being, on the grounds that they wanted the products to be first associated with more ordinary people, and not with strippers and adult film stars. "That will follow eventually, but we first want the product to be acceptable to the average middle class man and woman."


=== Attendance ===
Andrew's growth stopped after a few more days, at a truly stupendous size. They had to find an ugly seamstress, sworn to secrecy, to come and measure him for clothing. (Her eyes had bugged out at the first sight of him, but she did her job, muttering about "damn scientists, freakshow, perverts all of 'em.") With the thought in mind that he would be appearing in public again at some point in the future, not to mention actually famous, he began to practice exercising control over his erections. He was able to suppress erection while watching Showtime, and eventually while watching the Playboy channel, but could never resist Megan's merest effort to make him hard. (This control saved him endless embarrassment later, as it became common at his public appearances for women to flash their tits at him, trying to arouse him by any means possible. Beautiful women, most of them stacked (some undoubtedly Python customers), with overwhelming urges to know him carnally... well, he guessed he knew how rock stars felt.)


=== Approval of previous meeting's minutes ===
Megan continued to grow for nearly a week after Andrew stopped, and spent most of her non-sleeping time exercising. The amount of weight she gained surprised her, as did the energy it took just to stand up. Her breasts went from volleyballs to basketballs, then to pumpkins and on to jumbo watermelons. Andrew ran out of fruit and vegetables to compare them too, but she continued to grow nonetheless. The MEV vector was designed to induce growth of supporting ligaments and skin along with other breast tissue, so she escaped the fate of mammary hypertrophy patients, who often ended up with huge but shapeless breasts. Hers were absolutely enormous, but still very well rounded and formed. Of course, lacking muscle and bone, that amount of tissue cannot be self-supporting without being unacceptably rigid, so her breasts did hang down when unsupported. However, they were still firm enough to project forward more than two feet. She learned not to sleep on her back, because the weight bothered her, and couldn't sleep on her front without bending her back uncomfortably. They soon fell into a standard nightly posture, each sleeping on their side, facing each other, typically with his huge cock sandwiched between her smothering tits.


=== Approval & recording of decisions made since last meeting ===
The day after her growth stopped, a team of specialists came in to measure her and design adequate support garments. She rejected the idea of wheels. Andrew suggested that the bra should have a series of strap handles along the side, so that a team of bearers could hoist them along, whereupon Megan bumped him off balance. A week later, Carson declared the isolation concluded, and both subjects in complete health. They put on their new clothes (including, in Megan's case, a bra prototype), and were driven back to their house in a van to pick up personal effects. Python staff took care of closing out their utilities, forwarding their mail, and moving their furniture, essentially relocating them into their new "showcase" home. Days were now spent meeting with marketing and advertising specialists, corporate communications experts, an agent, and numerous professionals whose job it was to prepare them for the spotlight of fame. They were trained what to say, what not to say, how to deflect a question or steer a conversation, and how to do all of it while appearing completely untrained. Their free time was spent in the bedroom, or in the pool or spa immediately outside the bedroom. They found that sitting in the spa took essentially all of the weight off Megan's back, and that the mere sight of Megan's breasts floating in the water, and extending all the way across the spa to press against Andrew's chest, was enough to make him erect almost instantly. "Instantly" of course can take a few minutes when that much cock is involved. His erection would swell toward Megan, who would search for it by feel (not being able to see anything below her boobs, which covered the water's surface). Finding it, she invariably would rub Andrew to orgasm, often forcing him up through her cleavage.
* Naomi is chair of the board


After three weeks of intensive training, a week of vacation, and a few more days of "brushing up", Carson determined that they were ready. Carson had used the time to finally nail down the agreements with Delta, obtaining exclusive rights to both serpentitis viruses free and clear, leaving no visible link back to Delta. A press conference was scheduled to announce that Python was filing two applications with the FDA, and to introduce their new spokespersons. The press were left gasping for breath at Megan, and incredulous when they heard Andrew's particulars (his clothes were much more capable of concealing his anatomy). Full details of their measurements (including an oversize mammogram) were posted on the company website, along with testimonials from several nationally-known and respected doctors as to their authenticity. The buzz was enormous.


== Working groups ==
The Johnsons limited their appearances at first, granting a few interviews in the first week, and then only appearing once a month. After a few months, the appearances slowly became more frequent, and they began slowly building excitement about the Python products undergoing FDA review. By the time eight months had passed, they were full celebrities, household words, regular jokes and features of late night talk shows. Interest in the Python products was intense. The impatient attempted to break into the Python clinic on a weekly basis. Fortunately, the data submitted was sufficient for the FDA to approve both products (although some critics argued that it was simply a matter that the FDA did not dare to reject either product, for fear of starting riots).


=== Rebase working group ===
The products were instant successes. The products were administered only at Python clinics, in order to prevent anyone from copying their virus, or from attempting to pass the virus to others. Clinics had been set up in Boston, Los Angeles, Paris, and Tokyo, with more in the planning stages. Customers were given comfortable rooms, similar to the isolation suites, and provided ample time to browse the Python catalogs of clothing and paraphernalia for their "special needs." Men were also given a special Python lapel pin, so that they could discreetly advertise their status. Married men often found that their wives refused to let them wear, or even keep, such pins, but in consolation found a flourishing 2nd hand market for them in online auction sites.
Report from rebase working group.


=== Community working group ===
"Hi, I'm Doug Miller, and tonight on Really Late TV we have a couple of adults who are more 'adult' than most of us. Andy and Megan Johnson, I think you've heard of them. Andy Johnson gives new meaning to the term "johnson", and his wife, woohoo!, she gives new meaning to *my* johnson. I think I'm getting bigger just looking at her, and I haven't even had the treatment! Yet... Hey Oscar, have you had the treatment yet? Whoa, when did you start keeping a saxophone in your pants?"
Report from community working group.


=== Decision process working group ===
"Hey Doug, I've always had a saxophone in my pants."
Report from decision process working group.


== Old business ==
"Oscar, remind me to have the boss buy you a new case. You know, she is so big that not only can she not see her feet, she can't see anyone else's feet either! And they say that he's so long that after he takes a whiz, he throws it over his shoulder while he washes his hands! Anyway, let's bring out our guests with a warm welcome, Andy and Megan!"
* How can we find a treasurer to replace Danny?
* Are there things we want to change about the bylaws?
* Should we switch to board members with overlapping terms?
* How do we want to manage safety?
* How do we want to take care of physical infrastructure maintenance?
* What do we think the relationship should be between the board & the membership?
* What do we think the board should & shouldn't do?
* What is our vision for Noisebridge as a whole?
* How can the board meet if they're not allowed in the space?


== New business ==
"So Megan, is Andy *really* as big as his press says?"


"Are you kidding? He needs a second chair just for ... Oh, what can I say on national TV? Well, he needs another chair just for 'it'. And if I want to be ... affectionate in the car, I have to make sure the sunroof is open first."


== Closing ==
"Dear, I have to open the sunroof as soon as I get in the car, just in case you bend over."
* Read minutes
 
* Record action items
"And Megan, what do you say to critics who say that you're not entirely natural?"
* Confirm next meeting time/date
 
"I say 'of course I'm not natural - I'm *super* natural'. Nobody else has ... (can I say breasts?) nobody else has boobs like this! At least, not yet. If they're talking about silicone, well, they can look at the mammogram that they can order from our website. No silicone there, and its signed by two certified X-ray technicians and physicians. If they're talking about 'did I grow this way', the answer is 'not by myself'! Here Andrew, would you hold this one for me?"
 
"Now who needs two chairs!"
 
"Now, Andy, you recently appeared on a British television show wearing a kilt. How did that go?"
 
"Well, we brought a clip. Do you want to roll it?"
 
"Roll the clip!"
 
***
 
"Now that has to be the longest kilt I've ever seen."
 
"Yes, well it was really more of a publicity stunt the show came up with. You know, how is a kilt going to cover all this, tune in and see."
 
"Not exactly a traditional kilt, was it?"
 
"No, of course not. But then, I'm not Scottish either. They basically made me a kilt long enough to drag on the floor, and put two slits on the sides for my legs so that I could walk in the thing. They even made up their own tartan, based on the Python Bio logo."
 
"Amazing. Now Megan, you've just come out with your own line of fashions. Tell us about them."
 
"Well, Doug, its basically a complete line of clothing designed specifically for the woman with a bigger bust."
 
"Bigger than what?"
 
"Well, not bigger than these, of course. No, they cover sizes starting at about DD and upwards all the way to me."
 
"You're new to design, aren't you"
 
"Well, yes. My background is in science, but I've taken that analytical skill and applied it to the special needs of Python customers, and married that to a refined sense of taste. And we have a bit of help from some of the big names."
 
"Could you stand up and model the dress you're wearing? This is one of your designs?"
 
"Yes, sure."
 
"Just make sure to stand far enough away from the desk, there, Megan."
 
"Ha ha. This particular dress is a new design, made so that it is easier to put on and take off by yourself. You don't actually have to see what you're doing."
 
"And do you put it on and take it off by yourself."
 
"No, not if I can help it!"
 
"Thank you Megan, that was quite, quite, ah stimulating. Now Andy, you're wearing a fairly special garment there yourself, aren't you?"
 
"Yes Doug, this is one of Megan's designs too. Well, I should say we designed it together."
 
"Well, the loose leg pants are certainly in style now."
 
"Yes, thank God for that. Now, these actually have a separate codpiece that's kind of built in. The compartment runs the length of the pants leg, although you can't really tell just from looking. Well, unless... Actually, my codpiece is a bit crowded, but they couldn't make the cod extending past the end of the pants leg, so I end up kind of scrunched up and packed in. I have a cord up here, if I pull that I can open the far end, or cause the whole thing to open up along this seam. Anyway, you see, there's a flap here that hides the separation unless you don't want it hidden, and the pants are made so that you can release them from the cod, and they basically fall off, regardless of any ... obstruction."
 
"I imagine that must be handy."
 
"Oh yes, even the regular clients find it very convenient. Nothing worse then really wanting to get your pants off quickly, and being prevented by the *reason* you want to get your pants off quickly."
 
"Now, there was something in the press recently: Megan, how tall are you?"
 
"I'm five foot five inches."
 
"And your bustline is...?"
 
"Ninety-two inches."
 
"And Andy, you're how tall?"
 
"I'm six foot one, Doug."
 
"And your *other* measurement?"
 
"At my peak, I'm about 78 inches long."
 
"Now, you gave an interview in which you said that the two of you had a small wager, right?"
 
"Yes, she bet that I was going to be longer than I was tall, and I bet her that she would be bigger around than she was tall."
 
"And it appears that you both won. So what was wagered?"
 
"She said I was going to need someone to carry ... it, and I said she would need someone to carry hers. So that's what we bet. Of course, I think *I* really won, because she exceeded her height by a lot more than I did. But we settled."
 
"I see, and how did you settle?"
 
"We each carry the other, and walk side by side. You see, the codpiece here is held down by Velcro, it comes loose, here you go Megan, just take this end. I'll just take this one... Don't start stroking it now, its already tit enough - I mean *tight* enough - I think we have to go now. Come on!"
 
"Astounding! And there they go! Aren't they quite the couple? Now, we're going to cut away to a commercial, and our next guest I'll have to introduce from here, because I'm not coming out from behind this desk for quite some time..."

Revision as of 19:31, 23 November 2017

The next board meeting is scheduled for 1900h on 2014-04-02.

The succeeding days passed the same way, marked by the inexorable growth of Andrew's cock and Megan's breasts, punctuated by daily meetings and measurements. One meeting was a brainstorming session to think of possible spin-offs to exploit (movie cameos, talk shows, clothing lines, porno, jumbo sex toys, dairy products, condoms, the list was endless). Andrew suggested that Megan could promote real estate. "She's got huuuuge ... tracts of land. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink." When Carson finally recognized the reference to Monty Python, he decided it was best not to associate Python Bio with the old British comedy troupe. "Customers would show up expecting us to walk silly. Or worse yet, that the doctors would all be wearing lederhosen with handkerchiefs on their heads. No, not the image we want at all." Porno was also shelved for the time being, on the grounds that they wanted the products to be first associated with more ordinary people, and not with strippers and adult film stars. "That will follow eventually, but we first want the product to be acceptable to the average middle class man and woman."

Andrew's growth stopped after a few more days, at a truly stupendous size. They had to find an ugly seamstress, sworn to secrecy, to come and measure him for clothing. (Her eyes had bugged out at the first sight of him, but she did her job, muttering about "damn scientists, freakshow, perverts all of 'em.") With the thought in mind that he would be appearing in public again at some point in the future, not to mention actually famous, he began to practice exercising control over his erections. He was able to suppress erection while watching Showtime, and eventually while watching the Playboy channel, but could never resist Megan's merest effort to make him hard. (This control saved him endless embarrassment later, as it became common at his public appearances for women to flash their tits at him, trying to arouse him by any means possible. Beautiful women, most of them stacked (some undoubtedly Python customers), with overwhelming urges to know him carnally... well, he guessed he knew how rock stars felt.)

Megan continued to grow for nearly a week after Andrew stopped, and spent most of her non-sleeping time exercising. The amount of weight she gained surprised her, as did the energy it took just to stand up. Her breasts went from volleyballs to basketballs, then to pumpkins and on to jumbo watermelons. Andrew ran out of fruit and vegetables to compare them too, but she continued to grow nonetheless. The MEV vector was designed to induce growth of supporting ligaments and skin along with other breast tissue, so she escaped the fate of mammary hypertrophy patients, who often ended up with huge but shapeless breasts. Hers were absolutely enormous, but still very well rounded and formed. Of course, lacking muscle and bone, that amount of tissue cannot be self-supporting without being unacceptably rigid, so her breasts did hang down when unsupported. However, they were still firm enough to project forward more than two feet. She learned not to sleep on her back, because the weight bothered her, and couldn't sleep on her front without bending her back uncomfortably. They soon fell into a standard nightly posture, each sleeping on their side, facing each other, typically with his huge cock sandwiched between her smothering tits.

The day after her growth stopped, a team of specialists came in to measure her and design adequate support garments. She rejected the idea of wheels. Andrew suggested that the bra should have a series of strap handles along the side, so that a team of bearers could hoist them along, whereupon Megan bumped him off balance. A week later, Carson declared the isolation concluded, and both subjects in complete health. They put on their new clothes (including, in Megan's case, a bra prototype), and were driven back to their house in a van to pick up personal effects. Python staff took care of closing out their utilities, forwarding their mail, and moving their furniture, essentially relocating them into their new "showcase" home. Days were now spent meeting with marketing and advertising specialists, corporate communications experts, an agent, and numerous professionals whose job it was to prepare them for the spotlight of fame. They were trained what to say, what not to say, how to deflect a question or steer a conversation, and how to do all of it while appearing completely untrained. Their free time was spent in the bedroom, or in the pool or spa immediately outside the bedroom. They found that sitting in the spa took essentially all of the weight off Megan's back, and that the mere sight of Megan's breasts floating in the water, and extending all the way across the spa to press against Andrew's chest, was enough to make him erect almost instantly. "Instantly" of course can take a few minutes when that much cock is involved. His erection would swell toward Megan, who would search for it by feel (not being able to see anything below her boobs, which covered the water's surface). Finding it, she invariably would rub Andrew to orgasm, often forcing him up through her cleavage.

After three weeks of intensive training, a week of vacation, and a few more days of "brushing up", Carson determined that they were ready. Carson had used the time to finally nail down the agreements with Delta, obtaining exclusive rights to both serpentitis viruses free and clear, leaving no visible link back to Delta. A press conference was scheduled to announce that Python was filing two applications with the FDA, and to introduce their new spokespersons. The press were left gasping for breath at Megan, and incredulous when they heard Andrew's particulars (his clothes were much more capable of concealing his anatomy). Full details of their measurements (including an oversize mammogram) were posted on the company website, along with testimonials from several nationally-known and respected doctors as to their authenticity. The buzz was enormous.

The Johnsons limited their appearances at first, granting a few interviews in the first week, and then only appearing once a month. After a few months, the appearances slowly became more frequent, and they began slowly building excitement about the Python products undergoing FDA review. By the time eight months had passed, they were full celebrities, household words, regular jokes and features of late night talk shows. Interest in the Python products was intense. The impatient attempted to break into the Python clinic on a weekly basis. Fortunately, the data submitted was sufficient for the FDA to approve both products (although some critics argued that it was simply a matter that the FDA did not dare to reject either product, for fear of starting riots).

The products were instant successes. The products were administered only at Python clinics, in order to prevent anyone from copying their virus, or from attempting to pass the virus to others. Clinics had been set up in Boston, Los Angeles, Paris, and Tokyo, with more in the planning stages. Customers were given comfortable rooms, similar to the isolation suites, and provided ample time to browse the Python catalogs of clothing and paraphernalia for their "special needs." Men were also given a special Python lapel pin, so that they could discreetly advertise their status. Married men often found that their wives refused to let them wear, or even keep, such pins, but in consolation found a flourishing 2nd hand market for them in online auction sites.

"Hi, I'm Doug Miller, and tonight on Really Late TV we have a couple of adults who are more 'adult' than most of us. Andy and Megan Johnson, I think you've heard of them. Andy Johnson gives new meaning to the term "johnson", and his wife, woohoo!, she gives new meaning to *my* johnson. I think I'm getting bigger just looking at her, and I haven't even had the treatment! Yet... Hey Oscar, have you had the treatment yet? Whoa, when did you start keeping a saxophone in your pants?"

"Hey Doug, I've always had a saxophone in my pants."

"Oscar, remind me to have the boss buy you a new case. You know, she is so big that not only can she not see her feet, she can't see anyone else's feet either! And they say that he's so long that after he takes a whiz, he throws it over his shoulder while he washes his hands! Anyway, let's bring out our guests with a warm welcome, Andy and Megan!"

"So Megan, is Andy *really* as big as his press says?"

"Are you kidding? He needs a second chair just for ... Oh, what can I say on national TV? Well, he needs another chair just for 'it'. And if I want to be ... affectionate in the car, I have to make sure the sunroof is open first."

"Dear, I have to open the sunroof as soon as I get in the car, just in case you bend over."

"And Megan, what do you say to critics who say that you're not entirely natural?"

"I say 'of course I'm not natural - I'm *super* natural'. Nobody else has ... (can I say breasts?) nobody else has boobs like this! At least, not yet. If they're talking about silicone, well, they can look at the mammogram that they can order from our website. No silicone there, and its signed by two certified X-ray technicians and physicians. If they're talking about 'did I grow this way', the answer is 'not by myself'! Here Andrew, would you hold this one for me?"

"Now who needs two chairs!"

"Now, Andy, you recently appeared on a British television show wearing a kilt. How did that go?"

"Well, we brought a clip. Do you want to roll it?"

"Roll the clip!"

***

"Now that has to be the longest kilt I've ever seen."

"Yes, well it was really more of a publicity stunt the show came up with. You know, how is a kilt going to cover all this, tune in and see."

"Not exactly a traditional kilt, was it?"

"No, of course not. But then, I'm not Scottish either. They basically made me a kilt long enough to drag on the floor, and put two slits on the sides for my legs so that I could walk in the thing. They even made up their own tartan, based on the Python Bio logo."

"Amazing. Now Megan, you've just come out with your own line of fashions. Tell us about them."

"Well, Doug, its basically a complete line of clothing designed specifically for the woman with a bigger bust."

"Bigger than what?"

"Well, not bigger than these, of course. No, they cover sizes starting at about DD and upwards all the way to me."

"You're new to design, aren't you"

"Well, yes. My background is in science, but I've taken that analytical skill and applied it to the special needs of Python customers, and married that to a refined sense of taste. And we have a bit of help from some of the big names."

"Could you stand up and model the dress you're wearing? This is one of your designs?"

"Yes, sure."

"Just make sure to stand far enough away from the desk, there, Megan."

"Ha ha. This particular dress is a new design, made so that it is easier to put on and take off by yourself. You don't actually have to see what you're doing."

"And do you put it on and take it off by yourself."

"No, not if I can help it!"

"Thank you Megan, that was quite, quite, ah stimulating. Now Andy, you're wearing a fairly special garment there yourself, aren't you?"

"Yes Doug, this is one of Megan's designs too. Well, I should say we designed it together."

"Well, the loose leg pants are certainly in style now."

"Yes, thank God for that. Now, these actually have a separate codpiece that's kind of built in. The compartment runs the length of the pants leg, although you can't really tell just from looking. Well, unless... Actually, my codpiece is a bit crowded, but they couldn't make the cod extending past the end of the pants leg, so I end up kind of scrunched up and packed in. I have a cord up here, if I pull that I can open the far end, or cause the whole thing to open up along this seam. Anyway, you see, there's a flap here that hides the separation unless you don't want it hidden, and the pants are made so that you can release them from the cod, and they basically fall off, regardless of any ... obstruction."

"I imagine that must be handy."

"Oh yes, even the regular clients find it very convenient. Nothing worse then really wanting to get your pants off quickly, and being prevented by the *reason* you want to get your pants off quickly."

"Now, there was something in the press recently: Megan, how tall are you?"

"I'm five foot five inches."

"And your bustline is...?"

"Ninety-two inches."

"And Andy, you're how tall?"

"I'm six foot one, Doug."

"And your *other* measurement?"

"At my peak, I'm about 78 inches long."

"Now, you gave an interview in which you said that the two of you had a small wager, right?"

"Yes, she bet that I was going to be longer than I was tall, and I bet her that she would be bigger around than she was tall."

"And it appears that you both won. So what was wagered?"

"She said I was going to need someone to carry ... it, and I said she would need someone to carry hers. So that's what we bet. Of course, I think *I* really won, because she exceeded her height by a lot more than I did. But we settled."

"I see, and how did you settle?"

"We each carry the other, and walk side by side. You see, the codpiece here is held down by Velcro, it comes loose, here you go Megan, just take this end. I'll just take this one... Don't start stroking it now, its already tit enough - I mean *tight* enough - I think we have to go now. Come on!"

"Astounding! And there they go! Aren't they quite the couple? Now, we're going to cut away to a commercial, and our next guest I'll have to introduce from here, because I'm not coming out from behind this desk for quite some time..."