...decided that you should be growing your tits, actually, so she began slipping you progesterone while you slept. She took care to replicate the label on your testosterone vials 1:1, before slapping them onto estrogen vials instead.
You began to notice the effects of being estrogen-dominant once again, but since you've been on T for over 4 years, you've forgotten what an estrogen baseline feels like. You simply assumed that you've been tired; that you've been moody; that you've been...unusually horny?
Oh yeah, and your tits have begun to feel tender and oh so sensitive. You can even swear that your binder is a bit harder to pull over your chest now.
Six whole months pass - a blurry twilight full of tenderness, increasingly-tight binders, mood swings you've lost the metric for, and nights where you are all but begging for your girlfriend to help you relieve your newfound, seemingly-alien sex drive.
As fun as this has been for her, she eventually got tired of how long this was taking. She began to root through her condom stash, and to poke tiny little holes in them. You have always trusted her, and she has never done you wrong, so why would you ever bother to check on this? She also made sure to replace your birth control with the placebos, so there was no way you would not fall pregnant by the end of her exercise.
She was going to have you grow giant tits, one way or another. Tits that were impossible to contain inside of a binder, or to even hide underneath a hoodie. In the back of her mind, she would always think:
"I want to make him her my girlfriend, by any means necessary. I want people to think we're girlfriends. I want it to be impossible for people to think he's she's anything BUT my girlfriend."
As you and her made love that first night, after poking holes in her condoms, she seemed to be a lot more assertive than usual. As if she had gained some new energy, as she pounded into your wet, sloppy, burning cunt with increasing force. As she finished into the condom, and latched onto your nipple to bring you to your own completion. That night, you could swear that you saw stars behind your eyes...
It only took her a few weeks to get the exact results that she wanted. Three months in, as you were recovering from yet another bout of morning nausea, you glanced down at your belly. Things didn't look quite the same as they used to, and you have been noticing your breasts feeling even more tender as of late...
You wrote off the possibility of pregnancy pretty quickly. You've been on birth control for 3 years, you haven't had a period in 4 years, you've been consistent with your T dose for about as long, and your girlfriend has used a condom every time you two have had sex. Which, come to think of it, has been a lot in the past year or so...
The chances of accidental pregnancy between you two are incredibly miniscule, but you still bit your lip as you seriously considered the possibility.
As you tried to put together the pieces, your thoughts were cut short by a phone call. As if in a dream, you moved to answer it.
"Hello, I'm calling from the Stator Clinic, about a surgical referral. Am I speaking to..."
If you really, truly were pregnant, through some fucked-up astronomical odds, then you wouldn't be able to get top surgery. Something you've been waiting for, for almost five years.
You looked up, and saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway. As your eyes met hers, you could swear that she was wearing amusement on her face - just for the slightest moment, before blinking it away. Only confused concern lived there now. Or were you just imagining the twinkle in her eyes? After all, she's always had your best interests at heart.
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