Hello there! Another Drug Trials minisode. This one is off the rails of sorts, but I enjoyed writing it. Contains: futa, breast expansion, ass expansion, giantess, etc. Everyone is over 18, comments and feedback are of course welcome. Enjoy!
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Halle Berry dropped the bag of pills in the passenger seat slightly perturbed. All she wanted was her meds, but for some reason she had to go to the Pharmacorp headquarters. The mixed race actresses rolled her eyes as she put the car in gear. With all the money these companies made you'd think they could manage to not screw things up. Yet she had to deal with them; she was getting older and losing out on roles. That little bag contained her edge. Height, weight, measurements, everything was checked for those little pills, they must have been awesome to go through that much trouble.
As Halle drove she mused on that. It wasn't her agent that suggested it; rather the pharmaceutical company. Her agent was busy suggesting losing roles. Halle considered switching to Megan Fox's company; it seemed like people were flocking to her and she got things done.
Maybe I should call and setup an appointment? Would that seem to desperate?
When Halle got home she beelined for the kitchen; immediately intent on these magic little pills. Opening up the bag she first pulled out a journal; one to chart her changes. She tossed that on her counter. Next she pulled out a note; it contained a generic thank you greeting.
Blah Blah Blah
. Halle tossed the note onto the journal. She reached into the box and pulled out another sheet of paper. This one folded out halfway to the floor and listed every possible known side effect for her pills. Halle's brown eyes bulged as she read the list:
Bladder pain ,bloody or cloudy urine, difficult, burning, or painful urination, fast, pounding, or irregular heartbeat or pulse, frequent urge to urinate, lower back or side pain, Cold or flu-like symptoms, cough or hoarseness, fever or chills, Blistering, peeling, or loosening of the skin, changes in height,chest pain or discomfort, confusion, convulsions, dark-colored urine, diarrhea
difficulty breathing, difficulty with speaking, difficulty with swallowing, Dizziness, double vision, Faintness, Headache, inability to move the arms, legs, or facial muscles, inability to speak, Itching, joint or muscle pain, large, hive-like swelling on the face, eyelids, lips, tongue, throat, hands, legs, feet, or sex organs, loss of bladder control, muscle cramps or spasms, muscle mass growth, muscle pain or stiffness, muscle mass reduction, muscle spasm or jerking of all extremities, Nausea, Nymphomania, pain or discomfort in the arms, jaw, back, or neck, red skin lesions, often with a purple center, red, irritated eyes, seeing, hearing, or feeling things that are not there, skin rash, slow speech, sore throat, sores, ulcers, or white spots in the mouth or on the lips, sudden loss of consciousness, sweating, swelling of the feet or lower legs, tightness in the chest, troubled breathing, uncontrolled repeated movements (tics), uncontrolled vocal outbursts, unexpected gender reassignment, unusual tiredness or weakness, vomiting.
Geez
,
why don't they just say hallucinations as well
.
Oh wait, it's on there.
Halle sighed. She did sign up for it.
***
Halle stood before the mirror butt naked. Her arms leaned heavily on the sink as she considered her options. Sitting before her was an innocuous little pill, looking something like a pez and a tic tac. In small print was the letter C with a G in subscript.
I can still go back.
Yet, she didn't want to. She wanted to go on.
Bottoms up!
The pill tasted slightly bitter going down. The brunette expected some sort of reaction but was instead disappointed.
Nothing.
Halle did picture it cartoonishly bouncing down her throat until it hit her stomach with a loud splash but even that failed to appear.
Oh well.
Halle gave her body an inspection in the mirror. Her breasts were still lovely Ds, but age was starting to show. They were slowly losing a battle with gravity. Just as well her butt was still finely formed, but she feared the perkiness would disappear as she got older.
With a sigh Halle emerged from her bathroom, still fully nude, clicking the light off as she went. The busty brunette climbed into bed and crawled deep beneath the covers.
What I am thinking? Why would it be instantaneous? It's not magic or anything.
Halle rolled over; tiredness over taking her.
This had better be worth it.
She thought as she close her eyes.
***
Halle's eyes blinked open. Sun poured in through the window.
What the hell.
Her body felt sore. Not bad sore, but the good kind. Like she just had an intense yoga session. She stretched languidly, enjoying the feeling as her body moved. There was something else too. It was an indescribable feeling, but if she had to it felt like youthful confidence.
With all this vigor, she sprung out of bed. It was there she noticed her first change: Her breasts bounced as she jumped, landing much higher than they used to.
Did they change?
Halle cupped each one experimentally; hefting and checking their weight.
They look bigger. Fuck, they look better!
In her mind they seemed a little larger. Once more they sat higher too; resisted gravity's pull despite her larger size.
She sat down to think, her ass pressing deep into her bed. That's when she noticed her second change.
My ass looks bigger.
Hands not leaving her chest, Halle torqued her body around until she could see her backside.
Hmm.
The brunette stood and looked again.
Bigger.
One hand dropped from her tits and slapped one cheek experimentally.
A moan escaped her lips as her cheek undulated.
Wow, much more sensitive!
She admired her plump rear end again.
Kim Kardashian's got nothing on me!
Halle realized looking this good required a special outfit, a very particular one at that. She scampered into her closet and went digging.
There was no reason why she kept this particular outfit. At the time she thought it was ridiculous. A faux leather halter top with a matching skirt. It was an imitation of Raquel Welch's bikini from 1 million BC; of course it would be. It was from the Flintstone's movie.
The clothing was plastered to her body as she emerged from her closet. The faux leather and fabric creaked ominously with every movement she made as it struggled to contain her assets. As Halle noted in the mirror, inches of magnificent mocha cleavage poured from the top; her nipples threatening to punch holes in the overburdened fabric.
It still fits!
Halle was pleased. She had made the film over a decade ago, and yet for all those years she had managed to keep it together. Sure her boobs may have sagged a bit due to gravity's pull, but she still got it. She turned, giving the mirror a side shot.
Yep. Still got it.
Maybe I should spend the day like this.
Halle turned but felt a twinge in her stomach. Attempting to brush it off it only seemed to intensify as she went along. Halle grunted and fell to her knees; the pain felt like someone shoved a poker into her stomach. She cried out once, but then just as quickly as it came on the pain died out.
"What the fuck was that?" She shouted; her voice echoing through her vacant home. Halle went on all fours for a moment. Trying to collect herself she took in several deep breaths, but no avail. If anything it only seemed to make it worse.
Come on girl, you can do this.
Halle let her head drop until she was staring at her body. It caused her to scream.
The gorgeous brunette watched in slow motion as her breasts seemed to increase in size. With each passing moment that seemed to sink lower and lower; overflowing that embattled outfit and stretching it to its' breaking point. That's not why she screamed however. Between the valley of cleavage erupting from her chest she spotted something hanging from her crotch. With each breath and heart beat it pulsed larger; steadily it crept out of the confines of her skirt heading towards the floor.
"Oh god!" She fell on her side, quickly coming up to sit on her butt. Tentatively she leaned forward and looked beneath her monumental cleavage. Sitting on the floor was a dick. Not just any dick: hers. She knew it instinctively. The rod peaked ever so slightly out of her skirt, with each passing second it expanded; filling the void in her lap. She reached out and touched it.
Warm, that's what it felt like. The flaccid member felt warm and smooth in her hands. Investigating, she traced it back to her crotch. There she felt around, noting to some satisfaction that she had two oversized testicles as well. Halle couldn't see them because of her boobs, but felt their size.
Heavy.
And as she held them in her hand they only seemed to get heavier. She pushed them aside for now and traced lower. Her female sex was still there; emanating a heat as she felt around it.
Well, at least that's normal.
She mused.
This is one hell of a side effect.