Riding Out The Hurricane Ch 04

"Emma! What the actual fuck!?" Rebecca exclaims.

"Nice to see you too," Emma replies with a laugh before lightly embracing Rebecca. They're standing in the middle of the mall with numerous people walking past in opposite directions. This mall is always pretty busy, but especially so on a rainy weekend day such as today. Despite the volume of people, Emma can't help but notice that many of the people walking by are looking at her in particular.

Rebecca hugs her back, but upon breaking away from her, she immediately returns to gawking at Emma's chest.

"You told me you had news, but this is, like, totally not what I expected," she says, still sounding shocked.

"This," Emma gestures to her prominent chest, "is not the news."

Rebecca shakes her head in confusion before continuing, "Okay, well, let's go sit down, I can't wait to hear this."

They walk a few yards toward the nearby food court and sit at one of the few vacant tables that isn't covered in trash.

"So, how have you been?" Emma asks.

"Girl, whatever," Rebecca replies dismissively. "You have to tell me what is going on. Like, I don't see you for a few weeks, and you go and get a boob job. Like, what the fuck, you already had big boobs."

Emma laughs. "I didn't get a boob job. I honestly don't know why this happened. They just got bigger all of a sudden."

"You have to be fucking kidding me," Rebecca says, dumbfounded.

"I'm serious! I noticed my clothes weren't fitting right, and now I can't even put a bra on. I had to order new bras, and I just picked them up." Emma gestures to the shopping bag beside her.

Rebecca's eyes narrow. "You had to order bras?"

"Yeah, they didn't have my size."

Rebecca scoffs, "What the fuck? This is like such bullshit, ya'know? Here I am trying to get by with nothing, and you go and get blessed with, like, a second puberty!"

Emma laughs. "I'd share if I could!"

"Whatever, I'm, like, so over it. I can't even go out with you, or all the guys will just be looking at your huge fucking boobs." Rebecca rolls her eyes and pretends to pout.

"Well, you don't have to worry about the competition. I've got a boyfriend now."

"What!?" Rebecca exclaims so loudly that the people seated at the table next to them briefly pause their conversation to look over disapprovingly.

"Yeah, and you know him," Emma continues coyly.

"Like, what the fuck!? Who is it?"

"It's Jason."

"Wha- wait, like my friend Jason? I didn't know you even knew him."

"We met a while back when he was out with you. You don't remember?"

"No," Rebecca replies incredulously. "Well, whatever. He seems like a nice guy, so I'm, like, happy for you, or whatever."

Emma laughs. "Thank you. It's been really great, actually."

Rebecca suddenly slaps her hand on the table. "Wait! Jason!?" Rebecca opens her eyes wide with realization.

"What?" Emma replies, confused.

"Just to clarify, you're talking about my friend Jason? The, like, tall, quiet guy?" she asks, sounding serious.

"Yes, that, Jason. I thought you knew who I was talking about."

"Girl, I know, I know, I just like, remembered," Rebecca says, her voice trailing off.

"Remembered what?" Emma asks.

"Well... maybe it's just, like, a rumor. But, I always heard that he was like..." Her voice trails off again.

"Like, what?" Emma smirks. She knows exactly where this conversation is going.

Rebecca lowers her voice and leans forward, "I heard he was like, crazy hung. Like fucking scary big."

Emma chuckles. "The rumors are true."

Rebecca's eyes go wide again. "Wait, so you guys have, like, done it?"

"Well, no. We have done some stuff. It's just like you said, though. Actually, it's probably bigger than you could imagine."

"Girl, you're crazy. From what I heard, he is, like, way big. That's why I never tried anything with him."

Emma smiles. 'Big' is an understatement, but she knows she can't expect Rebecca to believe how huge Jason is or how satisfying their love life is despite not involving normal intercourse.

"This is crazy news for sure, but I still can't get over your boobs. Like, how does that even happen?" Rebecca is starting at Emma's breasts as they strain against the fabric of her shirt.

Emma shrugs. "I have no clue."

"I'm so fucking jealous. Are you purposely wearing a shirt that tight just to show off?"

"No!" Emma laughs, "My shirts have just gotten tight. This is one of the biggest T-shirts I have."

Rebecca looks down at her own modest bust. "This isn't fair."

Emma chuckles, "C'mon, let's go do some shopping. You can help me find some tops that fit."

Rebecca sighs as she stands up. "Fine. But if we see any cute guys, you have to hide."

As they begin walking to the escalators, Emma notices once again that quite a few people are looking at her tits as they bounce and jiggle under her shirt. She wonders if she should take a moment to go to the restroom and put on one of her new bras, but something tells her that it wouldn't do much to improve the situation.

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Emma and Rebecca are walking up the stairs to Jason's apartment, they're both carrying numerous shopping bags, most of which belong to Emma.

"You are such a bad influence." Emma says, referring to the number of purchases they had made.

Rebecca scoffs, "As if! I was just being, like, the voice of reason. You need all this stuff if none of your old clothes fit anymore."

"I know, I know. You're right." Emma replies.

"Plus, you won't get sympathy from me. I'd give anything to have your problem."

"Yeah, yeah."

As Emma finishes climbing the last set of stairs, she notices a man in a suit facing the door of Jason's apartment. As she approaches, the man knocks sharply on the apartment door.

"Can I help you?" Emma asks.

The man turns toward her, seemingly surprised that he is no longer alone. "Oh, yes, do you live here?"

"I live here." Emma replies as Rebecca comes to stand alongside her.

"Wonderful," he begins, "I am a representative of Innovative Pharmaceuticals. I am here because it is believed that a package was erroneously delivered to this address, and I must recover it." His words begin to slow as he looks down, his eyes lingering briefly on Emma's chest.

He falls silent. "It looks like I am too late," he says ominously.

"What?" Emma says, confusedly. She looks at Rebecca, who looks similarly bewildered.

The man picks his briefcase up off the ground before saying, "Please, may I come in? We have a lot to discuss."

"Yes, I suppose. One moment." Emma approaches the door and unlocks it. "Come in," she says, gesturing nervously.

As Rebecca walks through the door, she whispers to Emma, "Who is this guy?!"

"Don't worry, I know why he is here," she whispers in reply.

Emma and Rebecca set their bags down on the living room floor, then stand there awkwardly.

"I apologize for my manners. My name is Artem Marko," the man says, thrusting his hand toward Emma.

"My name is Emma," she says, "and this is my friend, Rebecca."

Rebecca shakes Artem's hand as well, giving him a weak smile.

"This is my boyfriend's place. He should be home any minute now," Emma says, although she knows Jason most likely won't be home for a few hours.

"I see," he replies. "Do you mind if we take a seat here? I have a bit to explain to you." He gestures to the living room.

"Sure," replies Emma. She takes a seat on the couch, and Rebecca joins her. Artem takes a seat on the recliner opposite them.

"Well, as I said, I am a representative of Innovative Pharmaceuticals. My company specializes in medical research and development, and I came here because I have been tracking down an experimental drug that was destined for a lab here in town. As it turns out, an error with the address led to it being delivered to this address instead."

Artem takes a deep breath before carefully selecting his next words. "As you know, this drug has certain... prominent effects in humans. It is imperative that the nature of this drug be kept confidential while it undergoes experimental trials. For this reason, I have been provided with a confidentiality agreement that I would like you to sign."

"Wait, wait, wait. What effects are you talking about? How did you know that we have the pills?" asks Emma.

"Well," he says, clearing his throat. "Based on the size of your breasts, I assume you have taken the drug."

Emma was shocked. "What? But I never took any. Only Jason did."

Artem's cheeks become flush as he fidgets awkwardly. "Oh, well, I apologize," he says. "I assume Jason is the boyfriend you alluded to earlier. As it turns out, we have also documented this effect being transmitted by..." he hesitates again before continuing to speak, "transmitted through seminal fluids."

Rebecca, who has until now been listening quietly, suddenly gasps.

Artem smiles sheepishly before speaking again. "Interestingly enough, this is how our organization initially discovered this side effect. As you probably read on the drug's packaging, it is intended as a male enhancement drug, and while it is effective in that regard, in trials it was discovered to have an effect on the growth of breast tissue. It was later found this effect was much more potent when taken directly, as opposed to the..." he clears his throat"--the"indirect method I mentioned previously."

"Wait, so you thought I must have taken the drug directly to get like this?" Emma asks, her hands gesturing toward her plump chest.

"Well, umm, yes. Again, I apologize for the assumption." He looks up and away while speaking so as not to inadvertently let his gaze rest on Emma's breasts. "Anyway, I have these documents I would like you to sign." He opens his briefcase, pulls out several packets of documents, and places them on the coffee table in front of him.

"This is the non-disclosure agreement?" Rebecca chimes in.

"Yes. I have an additional copy for you as well," he replies to Rebecca. Then, turning toward Emma, he says, "Other than you two and your boyfriend, does anybody else know about this drug?"

"No. Just us three," she replies.

"Excellent. These were provided to me in the event that whoever received the shipment discovered firsthand the effects of the drug. The short of it is that by signing this, you are agreeing to keep the existence of this drug a secret, and in exchange, our organization will provide healthcare to you."

"Healthcare?!" Emma says, with surprise.

"Well, yes, this is an experimental drug. We do not know the full extent of its effects, and we cannot risk gaining the attention of the general medical community. But do not worry, you will be provided with excellent care, free of charge."

"I see." Emma's head was swimming as she tried to parse all this new information.

He returns his attention to Rebecca and asks, "Have you taken the drug?" His eyes briefly dart to her chest before returning to her eyes.

"Wha- No! I, like, totally didn't even know about this until just now," she explains.

Artem sighs, "Ah, well, that is unfortunate. If I had known, I would not have included you in this lengthy explanation. Regardless, it is done now, so I will ask that you sign the same document, agreeing not to disclose this information."

"Oh, okay..." Rebecca replies nervously.

Emma and Rebecca both carefully read through the documents. Everything seems to align exactly with what Mr. Marko has explained, and after a few minutes, they feel comfortable agreeing to the terms laid before them. They take turns signing their individual packets and then hand them back to Artem.

"Very good," he says. "Do you think Jason will be home soon?"

"I'm not sure," Emma admits.

"Not to worry, I will leave this document with you. If you would, please mail it to me once he signs it, or if you'd like, give me a call and I will have it picked up." He hands Emma his business card.

"Okay. Will do," she says, letting herself feel relieved for the first time since meeting this mysterious man.

"Oh, and of course, I'll be needing the drug," he says as he stands up.

"Right. One moment." Emma replies. Of course, he wants the drugs. She had nearly forgotten that he would want what was left of the pills. "I will be right back," she says and walks off toward the bedroom.

In the bathroom, Emma flips the light switch while simultaneously turning on the ventilation fan. The fan roars to life, its sound drowns out any noise caused by Emma frantically pulling the pill bottle from the medicine cabinet, opening it, and pouring a quarter of its contents onto the counter. She quickly puts the cap back on and emerges from the bathroom with the bottle in hand.

"Here it is," she says as she walks back into the living room, doing her best to act casual.

"Thank you," Artem says, taking the bottle from her hand. He shakes it lightly, hearing the pills rattling within. "Well, it was nice meeting the both of you, and I appreciate your cooperation. Like I said, I just need you to get Jason to sign that document and get it to me."

"Yes, of course," Emma agreed, shaking Artem's hand and leading him toward the door.

As soon as Emma closes the door, she turns to Rebecca, but before she can begin speaking, she is interrupted.

"Whaaaaat the fuuuuuck was that!?" Rebecca asks, exasperated.

Emma sits down beside her and begins recounting the story of finding the pills on the night of the hurricane, how they made Jason's cock grow, and how he had only taken a few before stopping for fear of being too big.

"Hold on for one fucking second. So the rumors about Jason having a huge one were true, but you convinced him to take dick pills that made him, like, even bigger?" ask Rebecca.

"Pretty much."

"But wasn't he already like, really, really big!?"

"Yes..."

"Girl, you're crazy. Isn't it already too big for you!?"

"Yes, already! It's way too big! I don't know what to tell you, it was really hot, okay? I like that he is too big."

"Yeah, you're crazy. But, whatever. I still can't believe what I just heard. There's this, like, magic drug that makes dicks grow and boobs grow even more, and somehow it ended up falling into your lap." Rebecca shakes her head with disbelief.

"I agree. It's unbelievable." Emma slumps back on the couch and looks down at her big breasts protruding proudly from her chest.

They sit in silence until Rebecca suddenly says, "This is totally unfair. I wish he hadn't taken those fucking pills."

Emma bolts upright. "I kept some," she states firmly.

"No fucking way," Rebecca says, her eyes wide.

Emma jumps up from the couch and runs to the bathroom. Rebecca follows shortly after, and they find themselves hovering over the bathroom counter, looking at the stash of pills Rebecca had poured there.

"There are 14 pills," Emma says, counting them with her outstretched index finger.

"Yes! Yes!" Rebecca cheers, jumping up and down with excitement. "You have to let me have some!"

"Okay, okay," Emma says, "but we have to be careful. He said they were very potent when taken directly. I know I already had big tits, but I've grown several cup sizes just from indirect exposure to it."

"Oh yeah..." Rebecca calms down a bit. "Speaking of which, like, how much of that 'seminal fluid' were you exposed to exactly?"

"Don't worry about it," she replies, blushing. "Let's just play it safe and only take one pill each."

"Wait, what?! Your boobs are already huge, why are you taking one at all?!"

"Shut up. Because I want to," Emma snapped back at her.

"Like, whatever, but you have a big head start; if you're taking one, I'm taking two."

Emma sighs. "Fine." She picks up two pills and puts them in Rebecca's cupped hands. Then, she scoops the rest of the pills up and, after searching around for a minute, finds an appropriate place to stash them in one of the compartments of her makeup box.

They head back into the living room, and Emma gets two glasses of water from the kitchen.

"Here goes nothing," Emma says, tossing the pill in her mouth and chasing it with a drink from her glass.

"I'm, like, so excited," Rebecca says before doing the same with her two pills.

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"Jason! Take us out to eat!"

Jason had barely managed to take a step into his apartment before being ambushed by Emma and Rebecca, who had both come to greet him when they heard his key turning in the lock. Rebecca had immediately grabbed him tightly in a hug before demanding that he take them out to get dinner.

"Welcome home," Emma followed up, sounding much calmer than Rebecca but grabbing him in a similarly tight hug.

Jason gives Emma a quick kiss on the lips, before turning his attention to Rebecca. "Nice to see you, too. Did you guys have fun shopping?"

"Yes, but now we are starving!" she replies.

"Yeah," Emma agrees. "We're so hungry, can we please go out to eat?"

Jason laughs, "Okay, sure. Did you guys not eat lunch or something?"

Emma and Rebecca exchange glances before Emma replies sheepishly, "We had a light lunch."

"Well, I'm pretty hungry too, so let's go. We can take my car."

"Yes!" Rebecca exclaims excitedly.

As they walk down the stairs to the parking lot, they briefly discuss what to eat. To Jason's surprise, Emma and Rebecca are adamant that they want burgers and fries. The rain has cleared up, so Jason suggests an old fashioned style drive-in diner that also has outdoor seating, and the girls agree jubilantly.

During the drive, Rebecca and Emma spend most of the time chatting excitedly with one another, although they are careful not to mention anything about the visit from the pharmaceutical company's representative.

Jason parks the car, and they briefly admire the googie style diner with its long, upward angled roof extending out from the building. They take a seat at a table outside, shaded by the long, sloped roof.

"This place is pretty cool," he says.

"Yeah," Emma agrees, "I'm surprised I've never been here."

"Me too," Rebecca adds.

Shortly thereafter, the waitress walks up and introduces herself. Her pastel yellow uniform is fittingly retro, complementing the style of the diner.

"What can I get y'all?" the waitress asks, with a notable southern accent. In her hands, she holds a notepad with her pen poised and ready to take their order.

"I'd like a double cheeseburger, no mustard, with fries and a coke," Emma says. The waitress scribbles furiously in response before turning to Rebecca.

"I'll have the same thing, but with a chocolate milkshake to drink," Rebecca says.

"Oh, actually, I'd like a chocolate shake as well," Emma interjects.

"Sure thing. You still want that coke?" the waitress asks.

"Yes, please," Emma replies.

"And can I get a double order of fries?" Rebecca asks.

"Oh! Me too!" Emma joins in.

The waitress flips the page on her notebook and continues writing down their order.

Jason chuckles, "Wow. You two were not kidding about being hungry. I'll just have a cheeseburger, everything on it, and a coke."

"All right, I'll get that goin' for y'all," the waitress says before turning and walking away briskly.

"You two must have had some fun this afternoon," Jason says, smirking.

"What do you mean?" Emma asks.

"Seems like you guys have a case of the munchies," he laughs.

"Oh!" Emma says with surprise. "We didn't do anything like that, I'm just super hungry."

"Yeah," Rebecca chimes in, "I don't know why, but I'm totally, like, starving. I don't really get it, like, if we had smoked some weed, that would explain it, but we didn't."

"Hmmm," Jason says, sounding skeptical. "So what did you guys do then?"

Emma and Rebecca exchange glances before answering.

"We just shopped at the mall a bit. Rebecca helped me find some stuff that fits better."