Tina stood and walked around her room in impatient anticipation. Although her common sense berated her for thinking she'd get visible results that quickly, a childish yet tainted sense of wonder had her with butterflies in her stomach. Sure, logically speaking, this kind of medication barely if ever worked, and would at best result in a couple cup upgrades in weeks', if not months', time. Of course she knew, she had done dizzying amounts of research online on how to get bigger in most areas of her beanpole body, and only came up frustrated and potentially with a few new weird fetishes from getting too curious with her browsing...
But she couldn't help her excitement. The thought that each pill could amount to significant change, that she'd soon see results, it had her blushing already.
She went and pulled the door to her room, and in doing so came upon sight of her full-body mirror. She looked herself over. In naught but a well-fitting pink tank top and skinny jeans, she leered at her figure. She was thankful to be healthy, she hadn't gone off the deep end to start putting on pounds to claim the consolation fatty boobs she would get as 'figure', but she couldn't say she was completely happy with the way her brother could hold both of her wrists with just a ring of his thumb and index finger either. She supposed there was a coquettish charm in the sharp angle of her hips, and the thigh gap she claimed with her petite frame wasn't bad either. She even side-glanced the AE bottle while she turned and looked at her derriere, and still couldn't decide if she wanted it blown up or kept in its cute compact size. She had conflicting thoughts about it, unlike...
She turned forward again and ran a sliding hand down her front. Flat. Wall. Washboard. No airbags. 0 padding.
She wasn't completely blind to herself; Tina knew that while her sex appeal was nearly none, she was very adorable, if she could say so herself. If not, the high success rate she had at getting her family to spoil her could speak for her, so although she was desperate to grow into a woman and charm in a whole different way, the thought of losing her endearing visage gave her pause when she fantasized about maturing and swelling in most areas. Most.
She could stay short. She could have just a cute butt. She could stay barely above bones and skin. But what she would not forgive, would not allow, is remaining completely and depressingly flat any longer.
Had she wanted it, she could so easily and seamlessly pass as a boy with the right clothing. Hell, the only real tell of femininity on her past her voice was her hair, and even then, she knew there were boys at school working longer locks than hers. She would gladly trade in her camouflage option for a pair of boobs without an ounce of regret any day. A real pair, one that would make it absolutely impossible for anyone to call her a boy ever again. She could just imagine it, her chest budding, an actual shadow beginning to be cast from it, then...
Tina caught herself beginning to daydream, as her attention was brought to a distortion on her top. To her disappointment and mild embarrassment, it was merely the tiny pair of bumps belying her mounting heat over her imagination.
However, then it began to hit her. A heat spreading to the entirety of her chest, Tina could barely hold herself from jumping or squealing. Taking one last look at her own deeply blushing -yet excited- face, she threw herself upon her bed, eyes trained on her body as she anxiously fiddled with her phone in her hands.
Moment to moment it was imperceptible. But as hours passed and she browsed the internet for... topical fiction, she could *just* see her shirt rising, the once unimpeded sight down her stomach steadily growing more inclined, until finally she couldn't see the very top of her stomach past them. Once she realized this, she had sat up immediately to touch and grasp and confirm the fact that not only did she finally, finally had a bust to speak of, but also that the pills worked.
She fell back on her bed as her eyes stared into space. Her heart was going a mile a minute, as was her breathing. Looking down, she was almost certain she was still feeling the effects, though also noted how her nipples were still poking through.
Of course they were. Her mind was swimming and flooding with a dizzying, ecstatic rush as she was realizing she had the keys to making her deep, heated fantasies reality. Pill-shaped keys to her body, as it were. Her fingers twitched and fidgeted on her resting arms at her side, as she found it impossible to calm herself down. Images tried to form in her mind, yet were barely given focus before her head conjured the next.
She had total freedom of it. How big could she go? How big should she go? How big WOULD she go? Sight after sight clamored for thought in her brain. Everything from your conventional magazine model to the more adult extremes she had snuck eyefuls of in her searches. Beyond that, lengths (or rather sizes) only fantasy, only something as fantastical as these glorious pills, could take her. She entertained all variety of shape balances she was open to now. Hell, she even entertained the thoughts of throwing balance out the window, now appreciating how her slender 4'11" tiny-ness could end up only highlighting by contrast what she could become now. So many scenarios...
Once she finally slowed down out of her stupor, Tina took account of herself. Her bust. It had raised up to what she could eye as 2 inches, or what she remembered to be a B-Cup. On top of them, still her headlights at full throttle. She couldn't see herself, but the blush of embarrassment would've been imperceptible over her red freckled face, flushed from the intensity of her wonder. Her top, and to an extent her pants and socks, were soaked. She could only say her pants were only partly soaked in sweat, because she could feel them ruined otherwise from her 'excitement', which she confirmed as a mere adjustment of them sent shivers shooting about her body.
She couldn't tell if this was a side effect of the pill, or if she was just that overwhelmed with the possibility laid before her.
Sitting up with a chill, her senses threatened to flare again when she saw an actual shadow being made between her breasts, under her top. What a novel sight! They were still arguably hidable for that whole boy-dressup thought she had if with a little binding, but she could correct that if she wanted soon enough...
Before she could manage to really feel the new softness she had up top, a knock on her door followed by her brother's voice calling her for dinner startled her out of it. Telling him she'd be down soon, she scrambled to change out of the wet clothes. Even then, she couldn't help an unknowing blush and smile while she idly thought how she wanted to show him, see how adorable he still found her, maybe even...
Lost in the rush of the moment, Tina ran out of her room, however, she hadn't noticed...
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