Author's Note: Read Chapter 1 first. There's also some action in this chapter for those who've been waiting.
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"Gale?! Gale, can you hear me?" I was being rocked from side to side, while someone yelled into my ear. I groaned and opened my eyes, looking around. I was in a car, Fae's car. I thought I was in my apartment with her, "Oh, thank god." I heard Fae gasp. Before I could say anything, she had her arms around me, holding me tight to her.
"What... what's wrong?" I asked when she finally let go. I glanced out the window, seeing we were still at the store. As I moved my head, I felt something cold pressed against it.
"You passed out. Like for real. On the ground." Her voice was airy and hoarse. How long was she calling my name to try and wake me up? I pulled her close and held her, cooing and stroking her head. She was on the verge of tears; I could feel her shaking slightly. She was scared... for me.
"It's alright. I'm okay." Even as I said it, I knew something was wrong with me. Even now, with a head injury and the knowledge I had actually passed out, I could feel a small spark of desire within me. I wanted that fantasy, no, dream to be a reality.
I managed to suppress the spark for the meantime though. We held each other, me to comfort her, and Fae to keep me close. We stayed like that for several minutes, in total silence, until Fae broke it.
"I was scared." She whispered, still holding onto me.
"I know, I'm sorry." I told her, but she shook her head.
"Don't be."
-Fae-
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Don't be." I should be saying that to you. I've done this to you. All to bring my own fetish to life, "I'm so sorry." I whispered so lightly that Gale didn't catch it. I repeated it over and over, knowing that she didn't hear me. I would say it for real another time. For now, this would have to do.
-Gale-
"I'm so sorry." Fae kept whispering those three words over and over. I don't know why, but I didn't say anything, letting her get it out. I felt my shirt growing damp from her tears. Eventually, she stopped and pulled away.
"You okay?" I asked. She only nodded, eyes downcast even as she moved back to her position at the wheel.
"I'll be fine. Let's get you home." She said and started driving. As she did so, I kept my eyes on her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and I could see an occasional tremble in her lips. Whatever she was apologising for, it had to be something bad. I wouldn't ask her about it, I'd let her tell me when she was ready.
We soon came to my apartment. I was having déjà vu as Fae came to a stop. My dream had gotten good right here, when she went to kiss me. I saw her knuckles turning white on the wheel. She was struggling about whether she should kiss me or not. I made the decision for her, by leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"See you tomorrow." I said and opened the door to climb out. Fae reached out and stopped me.
"Gale, if this happens again, no matter what, you get some help. Got it?" She had that same look from before, the one that would catch any hint of a lie. The one that was inescapable.
"I will, I promise." I told her. I even crossed my heart, though my near mountainous breast got in the way slightly. Fae smiled at that and drew her hand away from the wheel, pinkie finger extended.
"Pinkie promise?" I grinned and entwined our little fingers together.
"Pinkie promise." I said. For good measure, I pulled her hand up and kissed the back of it, acting the part of the chivalrous gentleman. She giggled like a little girl at that.
"Okay, get some rest, prince charming." She said, pushing me away gently. I chuckled at that and waved goodbye as I walked inside. As soon as she was out of sight however, I felt my pussy set on fire. I wanted to masturbate. So fucking badly. It took every ounce of willpower for me to keep my hands by sides as I walked through the lobby. The elevator was packed. Not a good sign.
As I slipped in, forced to stand side by side with a group of strangers. I pinched the hem of my shirt tightly, keeping my hands from moving of their own will. There was a woman on either side of me, both of them attractive and clearly returning from something that warranted revealing clothes. One wore a dress with a neckline so low, I could see her bra poking out. The other was in a form fitting shirt. My eye strayed to her breasts, where I could see her nipples poking out. She wasn't wearing a bra. I returned my eyes to front and did my best to keep them there.
Fortunately, the doors soon opened and I ran to my apartment. Once inside, I began ripping my clothes off. My breasts sprung free from the constraining bra, red marks showing where it had begun to dig into me, and my nipples hardened in the air. They were huge now, absolutely huge. At least three inches long and half again as thick. And they were so sensitive.
I brought my hands to my chest. It was a futile effort to hold even one in both hands, but I settled for groping as much as I could, with my fingers finding my nipples and squeezing the long, hard peaks deliciously. They were just as sensitive as my clit, the nerve endings somehow filtering the pain from the pleasure, even as I pinched them hard. Unable to resist, I pulled on them. It was like setting off fireworks in the deepest parts of myself.
I hadn't made it far into my apartment. Barely standing in the doorway, before I slumped back against the door, sliding down it and to the floor. My legs were unable to support my weight. My eyes had closed shut, my mouth open in a wordless expression of my pleasure, and my hips jerking as if to meet an invisible lover. When I recovered, I managed to come to my feet and walked to my room. Somehow, I had the presence of mind to take my pill for the day. But after that... the world was lost to me.
-Fae-
I was furious. At myself and at Blare. She said Gale should be able to function in society, but after what happened today, I wasn't so sure. I could tell she'd been struggling all week. Her hands would move unconsciously to her pussy, trying to stimulate it through her clothes, or they'd grope at her chest. The only thing that was going as Blare had said was the enhanced growth. I could hardly believe my eyes each morning as Gale came in with bigger breasts.
They were already so big. And I knew they'd be only growing larger and larger. The mere thought of it excited me to the point that I could hardly focus on anything else, but it also scared. This was the result of a week, Blare told me later on that she'd given Gale enough pills to last her a minimum of 6 weeks. I needed to lower the amount, but to do that meant I'd have to get into Gale's apartment. And I didn't trust myself to do it while she was there.
I called Blare as soon as I was inside my room. My parents were downstairs watching a movie, so I didn't worry about them overhearing my conversation.
"Hello, Miss Mitchell." Blare said, voice as calm as ever.
"Gale's growing too fast." I told her bluntly. I wasn't interesting in beating around the bush.
"How do you mean?" She asked. I could hear curiosity in her tone.
"She's gone from a G cup to an I cup in a week. Hell, I think she's already gone up another cup size." There were five weeks left, and she'd gained at least two and a half cup sizes in a single week. She'd be something ridiculous like a V cup. And I had no idea if she'd end up growing faster over time.
"My, that is faster than I anticipated. But what would you like me to do about it?" She asked. Make them bigger... the thought crossed my mind completely unbidden.
"I don't know, just... can't you reduce their size a bit?" I asked, well, pleaded. As much as seeing Gale with breasts for a torso enticed me, I didn't want her to be walking around with people ogling her. That was something that could turn people into shut ins.
"I do have something..." She said, trailing off. She was baiting me into something, but I didn't care. Before I could think too deeply about what it might be, I acted.
"Use it."
"You sure? You don't even know what it is." Her voice had turned playful, almost teasing.
"I don't care. If you use it, she won't end up a pair of breasts with a body attached will she?" I asked.
"No." Blare confirmed.
"Then I don't care what it is. When can you give it to me?" I pressed.