You put the pills away and phoned Alex, your girlfriend, who swore she hadn't ordered anything.
"Breast pills? that sounds interesting. You were gonna drop by later today anyway, right? Just bring them along, and we'll take a look. Now you've made me curious."
About an hour later you're sitting in your girlfriend's studio apartment. She turns the bottle, studying what's left of the label.
-"Two months? That's pretty quick results, right?" She commented, and opened up the bottle. "Oh my god they're so tiny. And there's like 200 pills in here. I'm gonna try it." She said before dry-swallowing one.
-"Whoah, somebody's confident those aren't cyanide." You commented, a little surprised by her carelessness. She really wanted those bigger breasts.
-"Oh come on. Like you don't want me to be a little more busty." She teased. "And I'm still breathing, so no poison. See?" She spread her arms as if to demonstrate her vitality. "Only sixty more to go!"
You laughed, wondering what she would look like with bigger breasts. She had always said she found her breasts a tad too small, especially compared to her voluminous backside. She had managed to compensate using push-up bra's and, when she was younger, some wads of Kleenex. But she didn't like having them naked, and you could tell she was uncomfortable whenever you fondled them.
-"I just can't wait, babe." You kissed her, and the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling on the couch watching series.
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