Emma sat in the apartment and eyed the metallic briefcase on the table nervously, and then glanced at the clock. Not long until her husband, Mark, was home. There were a few valid reasons for her nerves. Firstly, she'd stolen this briefcase, although she would argue that stolen was a strong word. These pills were an experimental batch, fit for consumption but not for retail, and she'd been appointed to make sure they were disposed of properly. They would have been incinerated anyway, so who was she really stealing from?
The second reason she was nervous was because she was very, very close to taking some. Size Corp was an industry leader in the development of cosmetic manipulation drugs, and as a high-up in administration, Emma's job was to observe most of the test subjects at work, and make detailed notes to send back to the lab team.
She'd seen subjects shrunk to the size of her thumb, or grown until they barely fit in the room. She'd seen petite women become busty hyper-futa's, seen women immobilized on top of their room-filling breasts. She'd seen different combinations of pills transform people in every way imaginable.
She came home from work horny every day, and when recounting the day's observations to Mark, she often noticed that he would be hot and flushed by the end. When she'd swiped the pills from work, she had done it with the intention of surprising him with her own transformation.
The distinct sound of jingling keys came from outside, followed by the sound of a key sliding into the lock. Emma grabbed the briefcase and ran into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and opened the case on the bed. Inside, it was filled with dozens of containers of pills, all in different sizes and colors. The target areas of some were obvious; there were little pills shaped like every body part imaginable. There were also plenty of little round pills in different colors, with their containers labeled to make their effects known.
Emma heard the front door close, and grabbed two containers, breasts and milk. She looked down at her almost completely flat torso.
A classic she thought. Mark always seems interested in the lactation subjects.
She heard Mark's footsteps approaching down the hall.
"Emma? You home?"
She scrambled with the pills. "I'm here! Just - ah - just getting changed. I'll be out in a minute!"
Mark's footsteps continued towards the bedroom. Emma frantically tipped a handful of pills from both bottles into her hand and swallowed them, before shutting the briefcase and shoving it under the bed.
Mark opened the door, just as Emma turned and began getting changed into a baggy grey shirt and short shorts, her usual comfy attire. Mark entered the room and strolled over to her, embracing her in a hug. She hugged him back, relieved that he didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual. After some idle chitchat about their days, Mark turned and headed back down the hallway toward the lounge room. Emma tied her dark hair up into a messy bun and followed him.
I wonder how long I have? She thought. In some subjects the pills are almost instantaneous, but in others it can take a little while. I remember that one girl who was testing the height pills... we kept her for hours before deciding that the batch was a dud, only for her to burst out of her clothing and grow to nearly 20 feet tall in the lobby. That was a looot of paperwork.
She reached the living room to find Mark sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He placed it down and smiled when she came in, and she sat down on the couch next to him. As she sat down, she thought she felt a warmth rising in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak when a loud gurgle emanated from her breasts. Mark glanced at her, eyebrow raised.
Determined to keep the pills a surprise until she started to grow, she played it off by rubbing her stomach as though she was hungry.
"It's been a big week, and it's finally friday night. Wanna order in?"
"Sure!" Mark said, grabbing his phone. They spent a few minutes picking a restaurant and choosing their food, the warmth in Emma's chest gradually increasing. Once the food was ordered, they cuddled up on the couch and turned on the evening news.
The warmth in Emma's chest continued to grow more intense as they watched. Emma kept her eye on the time in the corner of the screen, the minutes seeming to drag forever.
They're definitely working. She though. Warmth in the target area is a super common experience before the pills take full effect.
After what felt like forever, Mark's phone dinged to indicate their food was about to arrive. Emma jumped up.
"I'll go get it!" She said. Mark was half off the couch, but sat back down and chuckled.
"Sure. Thank you. See you in a second!"
Emma grabbed her keys from the bench and slipped on her sandals as she walked out the door. In the elevator, Emma pulled forward her collar and looked down at her chest. She still had no real boobs to speak of, but her areola and nipples definitely looked a little more puffed up than normal, and maybe a little darker too. It was hard to tell in the lighting of the elevator.
The box slowed to a stop a few floors from the ground, and a loud gurgling sound came from Emma's chest as the lift slowed. She muffled a small groan as the doors opened. A woman walked in, pushing a stroller with a baby inside. She gave Emma a friendly smile, and looked her up and down. I might be imagining things, but did her smile seem a little more... sympathetic, after she looked at me?
The elevator came to a stop in the lobby, and Emma stepped aside to let the woman with the stroller leave first. The woman gave her a kind nod as she walked past, and Emma followed her out.
On the street outside the building, a delivery driver who appeared to be no older than 20 stood with a bag of food. The doors slid open and Emma stepped out.
"Hi!" Emma called out. "For Mark?"
The driver looked up at her and flushed red, his eyes darting to her chest briefly.
"I, um... Mark? Yeah, that's me, I mean... you?"
"Um... right." Emma was puzzled, but took the food from the kid nonetheless. He gave her an awkward nod, his eyes darting to her chest again, and then he turned to leave. She turned around and re-entered the building.
When the lift doors opened and she stepped in, Emma realised what had flustered the kid so much, and what had made the mother look at her with sympathy. There was a mirror on the back wall of the lift that she hadn't been facing until now. She was wearing black slip-on sandals and short, black booty shorts. Her slender, toned & pale legs were fully showing from the feet right up her thighs. She was wearing a loose, baggy gray shirt and had her dark hair up in a messy bun.
The thing that caught her eye, however, was her chest. Two dark, wet circles had appeared on her shirt over her nipples, which themselves had grown even harder and puffed up more, and were pitching two little tents through her shirt. She stared at herself in the mirror as the lift rose up through the floors. Placing the bag of food on the ground, she lifted up her shirt. Her torso was still almost flat, but she was sporting two dark, puffy areola with nipples the size of the tips of her thumbs. Little beads of milk were rapidly forming on her nipples before dripping down to the ground.
