WARNING: SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS AND BODY DISMORPHIA. DO NOT EXCEED INTAKE OF ONE DOSE PER WEEK!!!
"Pshh, those're some weird side effects. I mean already want my titties to be bigger, even when they're already bigger than the average medicine ball. I've been the biggest as long as I can remember but it doesn't hurt to stay that way, especially now that all the other girla can also use these pills. Well, bottoms up! *gulp* Aaaaahhh... Now what was I doing again? Oh yeah, I should read the label before starting this breast growth treatment..."
CW: Dysphoria, self worth, loss of personhood
With truly lap filling breasts, you'd think that you wouldn't need pills like this. Heck why would you even want them?
But you've always felt small.
Pressing your warm chest into your thighs you feel a pang of dissatisfaction. You hate being reminded of how "flat" you are.
Even if all of your friends are smaller than you, that still doesn't matter. It does not matter what you objectively look like. Subjectively everyone else might think you have nice, fat tits.
But in your mind they're so much bigger.
Whenever you see yourself in the mirror, you feel a bitterness. Near disgust. Even just now when you bent forward, you expected your breasts to press into your thighs far sooner.
That delay.
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That extra distance of bending forward. It caught you off guard. It snapped you out of everything.
Even with pills in hand — pills you specifically acquired to take one step closer to your ideal self — your mind had still been immersed in the idea that your meat vessel was much bigger than it, sadly, is in reality.
You peep off your hoodie. Even this garment, oversized for most girls, is too small for tricking you into immersive euphoria effectively. It hugs your chest. It does very little at all to hide just how small you are.
In annoyance, you toss it aside.
Chest bare, exposed to the cool air, you hold the pill bottle in hand and read the label.
You don't have to worry about the dysphoria side effect. You've already got that on your own. As if thes pills could make things any worse, in that department.
You take a pill, swallowing it with ease. They're super small, and the overseas company that made them fit a ton of them in this fist-sized bottle.
M-maybe you should take two just for your first dose? Just to be sure? You do have a lot more body mass than the average person...
You swallow the second, before remembering the label mentioned another side effect.
You reach for the bottle.
Your left nipple presses into the floor.
Oh.
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You are immediately aware of yourself, again. You had forgotten your tits weren't already resting on your floor. But hanging down, about four inches from the ground.
Thank goodness you bought these pills. Maybe taking these will finally help. Though you should probably read the warning labels first.
Not that you really care. Unless its some seriously debilitating health concern you really don't care, at this point, what tye possible side effects could be.
You can't handle much longer trapped within this form. Its torturous being reminded of your woefully ill-fitting bug bites on the regular.
Your mind drifts off, again, to imagery of you resting in your own cleavage. Comfortably nestled between your two soft beanbag chair sizes boobs.
At least that would be nice... Though it would be even nicer if each one was big enough to use as a bed.
But you don't want to get too greedy. Anything. Anything at all would be an improvement.
You need this.
This bottle of dubiously-tested pills gives you hope.
You glance over the label. "Short term memory loss" isn't that big of a deal. You'd gladly trade a bit of your memory to just be happy in your own skin. The other side effect isn't even worth noting.
You'd better take four, considering you do weigh about three times the average person.
Those pills go down surprisingly well.
You hold the bottle in your hand and stretch your arms out.
You stumble forward, dropping the container of pills into your cleavage.
You
You were expecting the palm of your free hand to have already pressed into your soft breast flesh, to steady yourself. But you miscalculated the distance by a few inches and completely lost balance.
Yet another thing ruined by being so small.
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Preferably this body of yours would be seen as nothing but a small extension of your true self. But you are barely, at all, more tit than woman.
You know if anyone were to come in here they'd try and adress your body rather than the tits right in front of them.
That needs to change.
You reach deep into your cleavage, fishing out an old hoodie.
Was this yours? You doubt it. It would never fit you. Looking at it is a bit upsetting, actually.
You toss it behind you.
With a bit more effort, you do eventually find the pill bottle. You pop it open and pour a handful into your mouth.
It takes considerable effort to swallow that many pills, but you do eventually get through them, a few at a time.
You take a moment to catch your breath, staring down at the pill bottle.
You never did read the label. Not that you care about any side effects. The dosage instructions wouldn't even be accurate. But you should at least make sure you received the correct bottle of pills in the mail.
It's a bit hard to read. The sun's glare is hitting the glossy label just right to be a nuisance.
If you were bigger this wouldn't be an issue. You'd cast a shadow wide enough that your body's eyes would have no trouble with inconveniences like that.
As it stands your body only rests a few meters within your cleavage.
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Anyone could see what may as well be 'vestigial' body from a high enough vantage point.
That thing should be buried so far in breast flesh that even x-rays and ultrasounds would never find it.
As it stands, the only thing keeping you relatively stable is the hope bottle of pills might fix you — make you whole.
That and... well that your body is incapable of seeing how absolutely tiny you are. You feel like you're only a few miles across... but you know you're probably less than a kilometer.
There should be nearly a thousand of these tiny pills in this bottle. If you start taking them now, you should be able to finish them off before the next order arrives...
CW: Dysphoria, self worth, loss of personhood
