Chapter 2 - enjoying the fruits of her labor

Veronica pulls into her parking spot in front of her apartment complex. She makes her way up the exterior stairwell of the building and up to the outer hall entrance as not to be seen. Once she reaches her apartment, she takes off her coat and hangs it up, taking the precious contents from the pocket and placing them on the coffee table in the middle of the room before retreating to her bedroom. She undresses herself, then unhooks her plain bra and slides her panties down to her ankles, lifting one after the other and kicking them aside. She reaches into her drawer and pulls out sheer, black laced lingerie, casting it over her head and then letting it float down her body with her arms raised. The straps fell almost perfectly onto her shoulders.

Veronica walks back into her common area, fills a glass of water from the fridge, and sits on the sofa in front of the coffee table. She then lifts the pill bottle, brings it closer to herself, and adjust her glasses to read the label. She tries to remember the dosage from the trial files and then puts two large capsules onto her palm. That should be about right. She tilts her head back as she put them into her mouth and eases them down with her glass of water. She wipes her lips, getting a small amount of her soft red lipstick on her hand.

After a few moments pass and Veronica has adjusted the bust of her underwear to fit comfortably over her small A-cups, she begins to feel a pleasurable warmth coming from just below the skin of her chest. It starts slowly as it radiates from her areola and spreads to right before her under arms. The sensation slowly transitions from warmth, to tingling, and then to pleasure. She gasps and throws her head back as her breasts start to slowly swell. Her dress slowly brushes against her legs as it rises, her growing bust pulling it out and upward. They grow in stages, pausing for a few moments at a time allowing Veronica to catch her breath. First they reach the size of oranges, then softballs, and then seemingly stop at the size of grapefruits. She looks down at her chest and places her hands on top of each breast. She squeezes them in her fingers, but the sensitivity causes her to let out a compulsory, "Ah".

Veronica, however, was not yet satisfied. She looked at them in disappointment. She wanted to be at least a double D, but she was just barely over a C. Veronica grabs herself another glass of water, her lingerie only now half covering her butt as she stood up, and takes two more capsules. Little does she know that the first dose had not yet ran its course. The sensation in her breasts is now two fold and she feels the expansion start once again, but this time something does not feel right.

She starts to sweat as the hot sensation in her breasts makes her whole body feel like a furnace. Her eyes roll back into her head as orgasm inducing jolts are emitted from her chest. As it grows at an increasing rate, she convulses in ecstasy. Her once dignified poise faded quickly as her hair fell out of her bun and onto her shoulders; drool started to drip from her mouth as she moaned and grunted with the ballooning of her chest. The skin on her breasts starts to be pulled thin as they fill with fat. Big, throbbing veins start to show throw her pale and paler growing skin. Her areolas expand as well making her breasts look over inflated and strained until they start to blend into the rest of her flesh making them look naturally large. The weight of them starts to pull them down as they hang from her like full, heavy sandbags. The transformation is a sight to behold as they go from looking like balloons to large, natural, saggy tits.

Once the medicine has done its work, Veronica's breasts are each the size of a watermelon. She is hunched over and panting heavily. She leans back and her tits press on her ribcage; her shoulders ache from the weight. Veronica places her trembling hands underneath her tits and weighs them. They must have been ten pounds each. How would she ever find a bra that would fit her enormous mammaries? She looks like a disproportioned freak. What was meant to be what put her to the pinnacle of beauty had turned into the event that made her body only ideal to a fetishist. Veronica's lower lip quivers as tears start to well in her eyes. She folds her arms under her tits and buries her face in them as she sobs.