What happens when a side effect for a pill makes a boy slowly grow tits... Which makes him realize that he might not be as much of a "he" as he originally thought?
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Same thing that happens any time someone embraces their identity and starts living their truth:
AN ANGEL GETS THEIR FUCKING WINGS!
After that, of course, is when the real fun begins.
The pills already did a good job of softening her chest. They puffed out and budded until they got heavy and full enough to properly hang, truly looking like breasts. Adding HRT to the mix only made the growth accelerate. Pretty soon, she was outsizing her friends, growing well past sizes that had taken them years to reach! It was a little embarrassing to have to get fitted for a bra for the first time, but it was affirming in a way she didn't know she needed and having her friends there to support her really helped.
The attendant's jaw dropped open when she saw her newly enormous breasts. Their size was difficult to believe to begin with but even more unreasonable was the idea that she had never been fitted for a bra. Thankfully, her friends were quick to jump in and justify it for the attendant, who seemed skeptical but at least stopped asking questions. The process was new and flustering. Getting her new breasts lifted and moved, feeling the cool tape measure sliding over her new, sensitive tits, made her knees weak and her heart pound. She had never felt anything like it. Thankfully for her, the shop had exactly one bra that was close to her size, but the attendant warned her that it might be a little snug. Both of them knew that it probably wouldn't last long. She walked out of the store wearing the bra, her friends showering her in compliments of how good she looked wearing it, confident in her figure and excited for what future growth might bring.
Of course, she might have to be careful. If she gets too big, her friends might start getting inquisitive. It's not fair, after all, that she gets to be so big so quickly. A girls' night where the wine is flowing resulted in a fashion show of sorts, the new bra shown off for everyone who didn't get to see it in the store. A chorus of gasps filled the air when they noticed not only how big it was but how much she was spilling out of it. They all looked to her expectantly and she blushed deep enough that her cheeks ache. An unspoken question hung in the air. Slowly, sheepishly, she nodded. The dam broke and a torrent of hands rushed forward. She was completely helpless as her friends groped and squeezed and kneaded her swollen, growing tits, the massive breasts that helped her discover her own identity. Her hips writhed and breathy moans mixed with the tipsy awe of her friends. They were careful not to stretch the bra too far as they pulled out her tits and latched on, fighting over space on her nipple, lips and tongues and hot breath making her dizzy. She could have probably gotten them to stop if she had wanted to, but why would she? She felt more like herself than she ever had before and the pleasure is indescribable. The bulge in her sweatpants throbbed and a damp spot started to seep through and darken the fabric. She'd never been happier.
























