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Professor Johnson looked from Burroughs to you and gave a small smirk. The look of subtle approval sent a satisfied shock through you. Immediately you felt your nipples harden and threaten to pierce your overly strained tank top. As your secret benefactor turned back towards Burroughs, you felt the pressure behind your nipples peak before beads of sweet milk began to pool in the fabric and spill down your shirt. You stifled the smallest of moans as they bickered back and forth.

"I could understand how her being in a trial two days in a row could be a clerical error, but four? She's so full of experimental drugs right now that her clothes can't even contain her!" He didn't know that you had bribed Johnson to have access to these trials. Even better, neither of them knew that starting on the second day, you began to buy the drugs from several of the other trial participants, quickly realizing that they were only there for the money not the actual effects of the drug. Those extra drugs were now safely in your purse hanging off the chair.

It was advertised as a breast enhancement lactation drug. Side effects include: increased fertility, increased libido, increased appetite, increased sensitivity, dominant tendencies, muscle growth, etc...

As Johnson tried to explain away how you happened to be in all four trials, the drugs from that day began to kick in. Waves of pleasure began to wash over you as your milk fully let down. Neither was looking at you as you felt your fourth growth spurt in as many days take hold.

A loud creak in the chair followed by a massive tearing noise in your top instantly demanded the focus of both administrators. Their jaws dropped as your breasts were finally freed, openly spraying steady streams of milk across the room.

"Oops." You muttered, standing up and taking the chair with you. Shaking your ass free caused it to break apart, your skirt falling away with it. You were now left in a spilt top and strained, soaked panties. "I think your drug works really well." You said, hefting your new udders to test their size and sensitivity. You cooed in pleasure as they jiggled endlessly in your hands before moving to your nipples to express torrents of milk. "I feel so huge. I feel so sexy. I feel so good." You moaned, temporarily lost in your own pleasure. Johnson reached across the desk to grab his milk-splattered clipboard and began to take notes. 'Subject is in a state of euphoria. Subject has grown over a foot and several cup sizes. Subject is a giant sexy milk machine.' He only thought that last part, but he wasn't wrong.

"We need to get her to a hospital!" Burroughs said, trying to take control of the situation.

"No, I think I want to see where this goes." Johnson countered. "It's valuable data. Imagine if this drug makes it to market. Anyone would be able to take a dose this high."

His words pulled you from your stupor. You weren't just anyone. You didn't want anyone to be able to have what you had. "You make several good points professor. Except. No one else should be able to take a dose this high. I will give you some more data to work with though." Reaching down into your purse, you pulled out the bag of drugs from the other participants and emptied it into your mouth before either administrator could comprehend what was happening. You grinned and stuck out your tongue after swallowing them all like you needed to prove that you actually did it.

"Holy shit," Johnson blurted out. "You actually did it."

"You boys might want to run." You teased, already feeling the pills starting to work their magic. You could feel your heartbeat in your nipples as they heated up, the flow of milk only increasing with each cup size. Your feeble panties snapped away as another wave of growth surged through you. Naked and glowing, you reveled in your own enormity as your tits started to envelop the room. The exit was behind you. The two man were now trapped as your breasts began to press into them, coating them with your milk. They pushed and fought against your massive mammeries, but that only fueled your arousal.

"That's it, knead my giant fucking tits. That feels so good! You might as well help me out while you're over there, why not latch on? Have a drink? I'm producing more than enough for everyone!" It was true. The whole floor was now soaked and the room was full of the sweet scent of your milk and arousal. Suddenly you felt it, two needy mouths tugging and sucking on your impossibly sensitive nipples. An intense orgasm immediately wracking through you. As you threw your head back, you bumped the ceiling. You were running out of room. Post climax weakness filling your legs, you fell to your knees before collapsing in the cool pool of your own milk. Your last conscious thought was that you hoped you were still getting paid for all four days of the trial since new clothes would be really expensive. And you'd need an industrial sized pump. And a bigger place to live.

"It all seems a little extreme to me, but if you want this and it'll make you feel better about yourself, I support you." You wrapped your arms around you wife and planted a little peck on her cheek.

"Can we do dinner now? I'm famished. Let's go out." She said, eyes hungry. "It says I'm supposed to eat after taking it."

You watched in fascination as your wife devoured everything on her plate in record time. She seemed extra ravenous tonight, but she was in a good mood, so you had no reason to complain. Pushing away her empty page, she patted her full tummy. "That was so good!" She squealed, watching as you picked at the second half of your food. "Mmm. It's starting, she cooed, eyes rolling back."

"What's starting?" You replied, eying her expectantly before you noticed her chest rising with her quickened breaths, but not exactly falling. "Oh shit, you're-"

"Redistributing." She answered, hands on her stomach as it seemed to flatten, her proportions shifting towards her chest and ass. As her behind ballooned, she was lifted an inch and then two by her now pillowy posterior. "Fuck, this feels really good. It's like I'm getting sexier in real time." She rubbed her legs together, reveling in the sensations her body was giving her as she reached up and cupped her growing chest. "The girls are getting so big, honey. They can barely fit. And to think I almost wore a bra, not that I needed one before with how small they were. God they're so full and perky, I might not need one now anyway. Mmmm. Are you gonna finish that?" She asked, licking her lips and eying your plate.

You quickly broke from your trance and set your plate on her empty one, sliding it over to her. Looking around the room, some other patrons definitely took notice of your wife's noises and sudden transformation. Your face grew red from embarrassment before returning to the women in front of you who was making quick work of the remainder of your food.

"Thanks honey." She teased between licks of her fingers. "The drug says not to overeat, but I was still hungry, and you certainly looked too distracted to mind."

"Why...uh.." you said, trying to form words as your wife started to change again. "Why does it say not to overeat? Are there some side effects?"

"Nothing too major, honey. Something about compounding effects. Exponential effectiveness after a certain number of calories. Overall size increase. Nothing we need to...mmm...worry about." You watched as your wife's blouse popped its first button. "I'm sure. This is all. Normal!" Your wife accentuated each pause with a noticeable little growth spurt before her blouse busted open, revealing a pair of G cups with very hard nipples. She was no longer the plump little five foot two woman that you married you realized as she stood up, her skirt completely riding up her hips and revealing the tightest pair of soaked panties that obviously didn't fit anymore.

"Sweetie, I think it's time to go. Everyone is staring. You walked over to her and she was easily two heads taller than your six foot height. "You're huge!" You said, stunned.

"And sexy, right? You like me like this, don't you?" She threw her arms out and gestured to her new form, her blouse opening fully and allowing her breasts to spill completely free and right in your face. You nodded in time with them wobbling back and forth completely hypnotized by their sheer size. "Eeee!" She squealed, jumping up and down as her skirt and panties finally shredded away. She picked up her purse and pulled out the GROzempic.

"Wait, what are you-" before you could even think about protesting, your wife plunged the injector into her leg, you could hear the dose indicator ticking down as she shot herself up again.

"If you like me more now that I'm bigger, then I want to be even bigger!" Before even getting your response, your large, naked, voluptuous wife strutted right into the restaurant's kitchen, smiling and winking and giggling at all the customers that gaped at her as she went by.

"My hubby and I are celebrating my glow-up!" She announced to a very confused kitchen staff. She looked at the food window where several dishes waited ro be taken to customers. "Don't mind if I do!" She said to no one in particular as she started to grab fistfuls of food and scarf them down. "I'm sorry that I'm not eating like a proper lady!" She said between mouthfuls, mistaking the cooks' fascination and awe for disgust. "I'm just a very hungry, growing girl, that's all!"

You hung in the doorway to the kitchen watching your wife go through three, four, five, six dishes as her growth accelerated. You had a front row seat as her ass ballooned in front of you. You could only assume that her chest was receiving the same love from her new drug. As she crested the twelve foot mark, she began to have to duck as she finally turned to you.

"Oh honey, there you are!" She exclaimed, seeming to break from her feasting trance and remembering you exist. "Look how big I am now! I'm really feeling myself! GROzempic has done wonders for my self-confidence. Maybe I should become the spokeswoman. Spokesgoddess?" She lifted you up in her arms and exited the restaurant, luckily there was a wide set of double doors for her to use. As she stood up to her full height and set you down, you could hear her tummy rumble. "Mmm, I really want to fuck your brains out, but I could really go for some dessert."

It was partially true, puberty had hit Beth like a soft feather, but Star had been blessed by the puberty gods; she was tall, curvy, and the center of their universe since the beginning of sophomore year. Now, as seniors, Beth had noticed that Star seemed to be blossoming all over again. She was definitely taller than a few weeks ago, and her whole wardrobe seemed tight on her. She finally worked up the nerve to ask her about it, and this was how they treated her.

"Anyway, I don't know how it works, but Stacy does. Stacy, tell Beth how it works." The small bookish girl of the clique, clearly the one stuck on homework duty in quintuplicate stepped forward and cleared her throat

"Well, the drug is called reset because it does just that. It convinces the pituitary gland and the thyroid that the body hasn't gone through puberty and the body immediately reacts as if the user is going into puberty for the first time..." Her voice quieted down as the girls around her lost interest, but Beth only got more curious. "And um...well, as you can see..." She gestured to Star, "The effects kind of speak for themselves." Star flaunted her assets at the obvious praise, flipping her hair.

"As you can see for sure!" Star chirped, grabbing the underside of her chest and practically shoving it in Beth's face. "My daddy got me a pill as an early eighteenth birthday present. I obvs told him that I wanted it, and I'm pretty good about getting what I want. I told him that I wanted to finish my second puberty before I turned eighteen. Even though that was last week. And I'm still growing. But I'm not complaining. It just feels so good to be bigger than everyone else. And..." she was rambling now, as the queen of the clique tended to do, "It's not just me height and my tits, but my hair is shinier and thicker, and my nails are sharp and strong, even my mind is quicker. It's totally like cheating at life, like look at me!" Beth found that she didn't want to look anywhere else.

"Oh, and all those horny sex pheromones that we make during puberty? Let's just say I've got everyone drooling." She smirked as Beth realized she was gaping slack-jawed at this point. Her proximity to Star was drawing her in.

Star and most of her posse turned heel and walked away, satisfied in their humiliation of Bethany. Only Stacy stayed behind, pity and familiarity in her eyes. "It's not fair that she gets to have a second puberty." She whispered mostly to herself. "It should go to girls like us." She said louder, turning to Beth. "I could get us some. I know how to go through Star's dad's accounts. She made me do it before once when he told her no. I could go back and find out where he got it and get us some using his credit card. They have more than enough money. We could have them in our hands before they even know what happened. It would be too late for them to do anything about it." Stacy's eyes gleaned.

"Why help me?" Beth asked, genuinely confused.

"You're like me. Small, overlooked, only sought after when someone thinks you can be useful..." Beth suddenly felt the kinship between them spark.

"Let's do it."

Only a week later, the tracking showed that the pills were in the mail. Stacy and Beth made eager eyes at each other all class long. That is when they weren't fixated on Star. She seemed to have grown even larger in the last seven days somehow. It's like her six foot five frame was taunting the meek girls while also demanding the attention of the entire class. That will be me soon enough, Beth tight to herself, practically shaking with anticipation as the final bell rang on Friday. Stacy and Beth both raced out the door to Stacy's house.

Stacy opened the box that was waiting for them on her doorstep and pulled out a single pill for each of them. "I'm so excited, I literally can't stop shaking!" Beth said, the two becoming fast friends in secret while anticipating the arrival of the drug. They both took their pill, eager to measure up to each other after the weekend.

Laying in her bed that night, Beth could swear that she could feel her body changing. Like something inside her that had long lay dormant was awakening. She tingled all over, fussing to try and sleep, but her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't get herself to calm down. I need to fall asleep. Growing girls need their sleep! She told herself before finally succumbing to dreamland.

Saturday morning Beth awoke with an alertness she hadn't felt before. Her body hummed with energy. And hunger. She jumped out of bed and immediately felt an ache in her knees and a weight on her chest. She grinned wide. It's already starting! She thought to herself, admiring her new body in the mirror. She had already added at least three inches to her five foot three frame overnight. Apparently the initial burst of growth was leftover growth potential from her pitiful first puberty. She assumed that she would grow at least another six inches over the span of the day as she ate and piled fuel into her growling stomach. The growth was supposed to become slower and more steady after that, mimicking an only slightly accelerated normal puberty after that. I have a lot of growing to do if I want to get anywhere near as big as Star though. She had already been close to cresting the seven and a half foot mark the day before. Her allure was almost palpable in class. But Beth was optimistic that she would be at least over six feet by Monday.

Beth spent the day eating and resting and trying her best to focus all her extra energy into thinking about growing. She had eaten most of the food in her house by the end of the day and forced her parents to go do a grocery restock. They came back with pizza which she gleefully made easy work of. Measuring herself before bed, she found that her chest had gone from a laughable a cup to a comfortable c. She was a little disappointed that she was only five foot ten by the end of the day, but it was serious progress, and she still had a whole day to go before Monday. "Clothes shopping tomorrow?" She texted Stacy before falling asleep touching herself. Playing with her new body felt incredible, but all the growth had used up her energy for the day and she just couldn't stay awake.

She awoke Sunday morning to no reply from her friend. Measuring herself again, she had broken six feet overnight, but barely. Her wardrobe was now woefully inadequate and she ate breakfast naked. It left her open to idly squeeze and heft her new tits while she ate. She marveled at the supple perkiness of them. The sensitivity. The responsiveness of her nipples growing hard at the softest touch. She was in love with them. After breakfast she called Stacy, but no answer.

She found clothes that fit in her dad's closet. Jeans that hugged her new assets and a shirt that her chest protested violently against, but it would suffice. She used most of her funds buying new outfits that were slightly too large and ate out another two times before returning home. Her parents were more than a little concerned at her six foot two stature when she got back, her dad's clothes left in a bag after she outgrew them. She avoided confrontation all during dinner. She just told them that it must be a late growth spurt or that they hadn't been paying attention to her and she wasn't actually that much bigger than they remembered her. She said this all while going through four helpings of dinner, denying the possibility of leftovers. Beth quickly excused herself back to her room where she had a quick shower to continue to explore her wonderful new self before climbing into bed and touching herself to completion several times before sleep took her. She dreamed about her and Stacy towering over Star at school the next day.

It was finally Monday. Bethany jumped out of bed and measured herself again. Six foot three. Full D cup breasts. A nice shapely ass. She had grown a whole foot over the weekend and she couldn't wait to flaunt her new stature with Stacy, who oddly hadn't returned any of Beth's messages.

She threw on an outfit that still had some room to grow and rushed downstairs, quickly eating some food before racing to school. Her longer stride made her cover the distance in no time. As she got close, Beth was immediately surrounded by stares. And, she realized, the more people that gathered around her, the more stares she got. She wasn't used to being the center of attention. She also wasn't used to her new libido. She could feel herself getting hot and bothered as the stares turned to lust. Star had said something about pheromones a couple weeks ago she thought, picking up the pace to try and outrun the feelings building up in her. Finally she made it to class and slumped down in her seat, trying to at least not stand out until Stacy arrived. She never did.

Right before the bell rang, Stacy's seat was still empty. Star made her entrance and the whole room stared. God, she has to be almost seven feet tall at this point. Beth remarked to herself as she made eye contact with Star, who raised an eyebrow at her, before her face turned from recognition to shock. "How did you-"

"Take your seats." The teacher cut Star off and stared her down (up?) until she sat. The whole class, Star kept looking back at Bethany, trying to make sense of how her meek little punching bag turned into a buxom bombshell over three days. Finally break came and Star rushed over.

"Sorry, I have to go!" Beth blurted getting up and shoving Star aside before sprinting out of class. She ran down the hall towards the lady's room before Star could even comprehend what had happened. Pick up pick up! Beth thought, dialing Stacy again. Immediate voice mail. I can't handle Star by myself! she ran past the bathroom and out of the school, jogging all the way to Stacy's.

Not even out of breath after the short jog, Beth noticed a sign on the front door. "The door is unlocked. Leave the food inside, and you'll get a nice tip and five stars." Bethany let herself in.

"Stace? You here?" She called out.

"I'm in my room!" A voice boomed through the house. Beth rushed to Stacy's room.

"Are you ok in there? I've been worried. You haven't answered my texts or calls all weekend!"

"Don't come in!" Stacy replied. "I'm sorry! I crushed my phone. I..." She trailed off. "I took two." She whispered.

"Took two what?!" Beth said, concerned. "You crushed your phone??"

"I took two pills!" Stacy yelled, the door to her room shaking. "I've been doordashing food all weekend on my mom's phone! I wanted to call you, but I dont have your number and I'm too big to leave the house! Nothing fits! I'm too hungry and too horny! Fuck!" She cried out in frustration.

Beth pushed herself into the room, the air stale and musky with the scent of sex in the air. Food wrappers were wadded tightly in the corner. In the center of the room was a very large, very naked Stacy. Holy shit, she has to be at least twelve feet tall. Jesus.

Stacy's sat on the bed, legs spread and baring all. Compared to her body, her tits had to be at least a G cup. She's so overdeveloped and...sexy. Beth thought, trying not to become overwhelmed by the three day buildup of pheromones that this giantess was pumping out.

"Walk me through it. What happened? She said, sympathetically. "I thought we only had the two pills."

"No. I wanted you to think that. I ordered four. I was going to surprise you and give us each two so that we could really show Star who's boss, but then I got greedy and thought about taking three for myself. I shouldn't have even taken the two...Look at me!" Stacy grabbed at her chest and squeezed for emphasis, moaning and bucking her hips instinctively. "I cant even leave the house like this! Imagine if I had taken the third pill!" Beth saw it then, sitting on the bedside table. Although she didn't want to be as large as Stacy, she also couldn't stand the fact that Star was still bigger than her. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't tempted to snag it and get even bigger. But she turned her focus back to her friend.

"I get it. I don't blame you. I forgive you for hiding the other pills. I'd hug you to make you feel better, but-" Before she could finish, Stacy wrapped two big arms around Beth and pulled her into her chest, suffocating her against her bust.

"Mmm, you're a good friend." Stacy cooed, wrapping her legs around Beth before she started to instinctively grind against her. "Just having you here is already starting to make me feel better. It's starting to make me feel a lot of things." Beth tried to pull away, but Stacy hugged her tighter. "I've been so so needy since Friday night. You're such a good friend for coming to check on me." She's high on her own supply. And I'm starting to feel it too. Beth thought, her mind growing hazy.

"Stace, I'm glad you're starting to feel better, maybe we should figure something out for you, I mean-" Stacy put one large hand on Beth's head and started pushing her downward. "Hang on, I don't think you know what you're doing."

"I do. I need release. I know you feel it. I need your help." She pushed Beth lower until she was inches from Stacy's glistening crotch. The heat and the aroma coming off of it were so intoxicating that Beth lost all her inhibitions. She dove in, frantically licking and sucking as Stacy pushed her deeper, grinding against her. Neither knew what they were doing. They were guided only by hormones and lust. Eventually Beth was finally able to guide Stacy over the edge more than once, solving the arousal problem for half of the parties involved at least, but Beth could feel that her own arousal had completely soaked through her panties.

Stacy could sense her friend's pent up feelings and decided to respond in kind. Lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed, She made quick work of Beth's clothes, their difference in size making positioning her a breeze. Spreading her legs, Stacy marveled at the wonder that was Beth's naked body. Leaning down, she planted several tender kisses right on Beth's swollen clit before swiping her large tongue over the whole surface of her friend's lips, forcing a loud moan out of her. Beth turned bright red. "God, I know that you're bigger than you were last week, but you look so small to me. Such a cute little delicious play thing. Before Beth could form the words to respond, Stacy got to work in earnest, each ministration feeling divine. She easily coaxed multiple orgasms out of Beth in a matter of minutes, leaving her a panting mess.

"That...that was good." Beth said, trying to come down from her high. "We'll get this whole thing sorted out." She said, gesturing to her friend's size. "I think you pull off the whole giantess thing very well, if i do say so myself. I think Star will be very jealous next time she sees you."

"I think I like being big too, but I kind of wish I had someone else to be this big with." Stacy replied, hinting at what they were both thinking. Before she could have second thoughts, Beth shot up and downed her second Reset pill.

"Of course I'd be here!" Angela countered. "How could I let you do the experimental growth radiation treatment alone? That would basically be like admitting defeat!"

She crossed her arms and pouted, waiting for Sara to continue their rapport. She had found Angela to be more of an annoyance than a rival. Always trying to play catchup with whatever supplements she could get her hands on, she was hardly a match for Sara's natural growth. So renowned it was, that a research firm actually reached out to her for this experimental procedure. Of course Angela would try to get it on it.

"You know that the waiver we signed said that we should avoid cramped spaces, right? Something about the excess radiation building up and affecting those trapped in the space." Sara could already feel their combined excess radiation filling the space. Hormones and pheromones combining and exacerbating the overwhelming feeling.

"I was counting on it, that's why I dragged you in here." She reached past Sara and hit the stop button on the panel. "I figured I might as well get another bit of growth radiation if I trapped you in here with me." Both women could feel themselves starting to grow in the increasingly more cramped elevator as their clothing grew more restrictive.

Sara let out a condescending laugh. Angela suddenly realized that her growth was slowing, but Sara's hadn't stopped yet. Sara leaned down to whisper into her so called rival's ear as her expanding breasts pushed against Angela's collar bones. "You're so Fucking predictable." She teased, emphasizing the expletive before letting out a deep moan that was accompanied by a satisfying ripping noise. Sara's ass broke confinement as her jeans were now just torn remnants, held up by the two bodies smashed together.

"I don't get it! We got the same treatment! That's not fair!" Panic began to set in for Angela as she was being edged out of space, and the claustrophobia was setting in.

"No. We didn't. You still don't get it. I leaked that I would be here today. This is still part of the experiment. You should be grateful the lovely little doctors helped you grow a couple inches to ensure that I grew at least a couple feet. They're watching us right now, you know. Sara waved and blew a kiss to the camera in the rapidly approaching ceiling. "Say hi to the lovely doctors." Angela struggled against Sara in vain as Sara spurted bigger. "The radiation that your body is feeding me feels wonderful by the way." Angela couldn't respond as Sara's breasts now smothered her mouth and restricted her breathing. Her struggling grew frantic as the walls of the elevator were pushed outward. "Here. Let me get the door for you." Reaching her arms around Angela, Sara put her fingers in the slit of the elevator doors and forced them open. The six foot six Angela tumbled out and landed on her pillowy ass before the nine foot two Sara forced her way through the same door. Her remaining clothes fell away as she stepped over her previous rival, her glistening slit passing overhead. Angela regarded it with awe and followed it like a shooting star streaking across her sky. She just sat there dumbfounded as Sara stretched, bracing her whole forearm against the ceiling.

"You should get home, your clothes look like they're having trouble." Sara remarked, looking back. "Good for you. Me, however..." she said, smacking her ass and sending a massive ripple through her rump..."I need to go report back to the doctors. They said they wanted to run some more tests and they have a change of clothes and lots of snacks for me since they knew I'd be famished. Lucky me!" Sara sauntered off, her hips swaying as the floor quaked with each of her giant footfalls.