Jenny shakes her head. "I'd love to, but..." she shrugs. "I dunno. It seems kinda dangerous."
"We could test it out on somebody first," you suggest. "How about your mom?"
"Stepmom," says Jenny, shooting you a glare. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing all this--" she mimes an hourglass figure with her hands "--go to this?" She spreads her hands as far apart as she can, pretending to caress a woman the size of a small house. "No, I don't think that'll do it either. You're just gonna have to--"
An evil light glints in Jenny's eyes. "How about Abby?"
"Abby?" you ask. "But she's your sister!"
"Right," says Jenny, "So she's about as close to being me as a test subject can get!"
"But--won't you be jealous?"
Jenny rolls her eyes. "I don't want you pumping up Catherine because she has a thing for young meat. Instant she gets a pill in her, she'd be riding you like a motorcycle." She glances out the door. "Abby, on the other hand, isn't into you at all."
You don't know why, but you feel disappointed. "At all?"
"Nah, she never likes anyone I'm with." She looks back up at you. "Besides, even if she was..." she trails off, then blushes. "Nevermind."
You feel weirdly guilty. Dosing Abby with pills without her knowledge feels wrong; there was a part of you that wanted to secretly dose every woman in the house, but still, your conscience ate at you.
"But..."
Jenny walks over towards you, swinging her barely-present hips as she does. Evidently she saw how Catherine acted when she wanted something, and was trying to mimic her. The effect was diminished by her slim figure, but it was still working a bit.
"But what? Don't you wanna see my goth sister with some nice titties?" She pouts at you. "Don't you know it'd make me all jealous? You'd have to make me even bigger than her!" Jenny rests a hand on your crotch, suppressing a smirk as she feels you stiffen. She knows she's won; she's just rubbing it in now. "I don't even know how many pills I'd wanna take to feel satisfied. I might not even be able to fit in the house!"
"Alright, alright," you say. You're breathing heavily, and Jenny is running a finger underneath your waistband. "We can dose her. What do you wanna start with?"
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