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Summary: A high school senior, Max noticed that his older brother has been dipping into the chemical on his parents' farm, and has been gaining a lot of weight. A bit disgusted, a bit curious, Fred tries the chemical hormones himself, and experiences the best high of his life. He quickly introduces the chemical to his two best friends, and the three progressively get addicted, all while experiencing incidental changes, such as butt growth, breast development, belly expansion, in addition to other, stranger, things. Contains: Male: pregnancy, breast expansion, multiple breasts, breast-belly, butt expansion, weight gain, and more. Also, issues of drug addiction.

Previous Chapter

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Max abruptly fast-tracked his transition to college, feigning an interest in higher education that he had never exhibited before. Of course, he was motivated entirely by panic.

He signed up for early summer classes, skipping the orientation process altogether, and he found an apartment near campus online, not even seeing the place before he digitally signed the lease.

He did the whole thing while hiding out in his bedroom, interacting as little as possible with other human beings, his parents included. Whenever they knocked on the door to check on him, he claimed that he was busy searching online for an elusive textbook, or pretended that he was sleeping.

He didn’t even tell them about his departure until after he was already gone. He called his parents and claimed to have spontaneously taken a five-hour day trip to do a last-minute interview for a paid internship at the university. He had been hired on the spot, and his employers had insisted that he start the very next day. Therefore he’d had no time to go home and say goodbyes and such.

“Max, this is all so sudden,” said his mother, sounding baffled on the other line.

“I know,” said Max, hoping his voice seemed at least remorseful. “I didn’t want to bother you and dad at work. I thought I’d be back before you came honest. Honest.” He gave a frustrated-sounding sigh.

“So you’re not coming home? …At all?”

“It would be great if you could ship over my stuff.”

And like that, Max was gone. He didn’t say goodbye to his friends. He didn’t get his final report card (but suspected he didn’t want to see it anyway). He had moved into his very own apartment, and was funding his rent payments through his modest savings and extreme frugality.
It was a relief. He signed up exclusively for online classes once college actually did start up. His grades were back up, and he largely kept to himself, in his apartment. At times, he did mourn the fact that he was missing out on the traditional college experience. But then he would get high and wonder why it mattered.

Max kept up with his parents, during phone calls that he spaced out scrupulously. He made sure to let more time pass between each interaction. They were still prattling on about doctor’s appointments and surgery consults. There was even talk of selling the farm.

He just wished they would stop fretting about him. He could suddenly relate to how Adam had felt before his own abrupt escape.

The gaps in contact continued to get larger and larger, and his parents hardly noticed that he was steadily fading from their purview. He ended up moving to a cheaper apartment, but didn’t update them on the address. He made sure to return their calls belatedly, sometimes after a full week had passed. He made it the new normal, and their standards for him continued to crumble without their notice.

When he did speak to his parents, Max was sure to always say how amazingly well he was doing (even when he wasn’t). He implied that his body was “really improving” (whatever that meant). Progressively, he pacified their concerns. The medical talk went away, and was all but forgotten.

Max never told his friends what had happened—not about his encounter with Roger, or even the second pair of fat tits now protruding out on his torso. He didn’t think he could handle the combined vulnerability and humiliation. Maybe it was best if he was just forgotten.

Oddly enough, Max maintained a weird acquaintanceship with the one person who did know his secret.

Roger went to college one town over.

Max was surprised the first time he received a message from the other teen. He almost hadn’t responded. But ultimately, he had, and it was weird and hot, and mortifying, but they were casually interacting.

It wasn’t before long until they were both back at Max’s apartment, talking about high school, as though it was long enough ago to even warrant reminiscing. The interaction as a whole hardly made sense. The two had never been friends in high school, had not even been in the same circles, and had not gotten along as far as Max could tell.

The conversation trailed into an awkward, but heavy, silence. Roger’s eyes would continuously flicker downwards from Max’s face. He couldn’t keep them up. Both knew very well why.

Max’s breast growth had steadied and slowed down, but it had never ceased entirely. At present he had two round, plump pairs of EE-cups bobbing on his chest. He had forgone the trial of squeezing into a bra, yet his four mounds were still high and perk, swollen nipples bulging evidently into the material of the loose T-shirt he was wearing. The mounds were huge on his slim frame, and they were altogether impossible to disguise by that point.

“God, it’s so hot,” Roger breathed.

Max felt his nipples stiffen more, pushing out to the point that it was almost painful. He had milked his tits thoroughly prior to Roger’s arrival, but somehow felt fully engorged again. He tried not to shift too much. He was feeling so sensitive, he could hardly stand it. “I can…I can turn on the aircon—” Max started, when Roger impatiently grabbed his shoulders, and leaned over him, breathing heavily.

Max arched slightly, allowing his four mounds to push into his shirt, causing him to shudder as his cock went from half-mast to fully aroused. It had been so long since he had been touched by another. In fact, he hadn’t been touched since Roger had done it the last time, in that high school bathroom. Just the thought made Max whimper. His breasts had become a source of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and was beginning to rival even the drug in its potency.

“They’ve gotten bigger,” Roger noted breathlessly. He dipped one of his hands into his pants, and began to stroke shamelessly. “How much bigger are they going to get?” His other hand continued to hold Max’s shoulder firmly, maintaining a distance between them, though didn’t seem to properly account for the mass of Max’s breasts, because they were close to stroking into Roger’s chest, as Max arched farther, almost desperate. They wobbled gently. Max panted and squirmed, and screwed up his face as he struggled to regain control.

“Don’t…don’t know…” he said in response to Roger’s question. His nipples had finally reached far enough to graze Roger’s chest, as he wantonly rocked them. Milk was seeping, staining their shirts, but Roger hardly seemed to mind.

“Can you put on something hot for me?” Roger asked. “Some nice bras, or—”

“Fuh-fuck off,” Max retorted, finally breaking away from Roger’s hold and launching forward, smacking into Roger’s chest with a sharp burst of arousal that nearly made him come in his pants.

“Shit Max, can I…?”

Max didn’t even know what Roger was inquiring about, but he nodded hurriedly.

Then Roger’s fingers were rubbing gently into the fatty flesh, as Max whimpered and wondered why the fuck they had wasted a full half hour talking in the first place.

The pressure grew harder, Roger rubbing and squeezing as milk dripped or squirted depending on the force, and Max sunk beneath him, as Roger hoovered above. He allowed his hot breath to press against one of Max’s nipples, causing Max to groan.

Max felt his shirt being peeled off. He felt the kisses and sucks, and almost wanted to tell Roger to stop, but also, who gave a fuck about a little residual engorgement, when it felt this good to have Roger’s face buried in his four tits. The mounds had proven embarrassing and useless, but then there was this.

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His phone was giving off a melodious chime that just cycled continuously. Max groggily dipped his hand under his pillow, grabbed it up, and shoved it against his ear. “Yeah?”

“Max?”

Max was suddenly wide awake. “Shit Scott, how did you get this number?” he blurted as he shifted himself upright, absently cradling the side of his lower left breast with his hand. He looked around the dark room. To his relief, Roger was gone.

“Your mom gave it to me. Was I not supposed to call it?” said Scott, sounding bitter.

“No man, I just—I’m a little surprised,” said Max awkwardly, wondering if it was too late to just hang up.

“You didn’t even tell us you were leaving,” said Scott.

“Yeah, well the job, it was really sudden, and…” Max found himself rambling.

“Don’t bullshit me. You could have called.”

Max swallowed. “Yeah, I guess I’m just not so good with goodbyes. Sorry, man.”

There was an awkward pause as Max held his breath. He continued to absently rub the flushed flesh of his mounds, each of them tense and a bit prickly in their engorgement.

“So…how are things going with you?” Scott finally asked.

Max looked down at himself. “Er…college is alright,” he said, trying to evade the matter of most relevance. His face twisted as the pressure spontaneously surged, all four of his nipples starting to drip. He distractedly squeezed one of the nubs with his free hand, hissing out as it squirted. He struggled not to groan. “I’m in the middle of midterms right now. How are things going with you? And James?”

“I’m okay. Still with my parents.” Max could practically hear the shrug. “James actually moved out on his own. He got a…job.”

“Oh?”

“As a stripper.”

“Wah…woah…” said Max, trying to bear the arousing sensations and confused feelings, all while tweaking his tits. All four squirted. “Fuh…”

“You okay?” said Scott.

“Yeah,” Max managed. “I mean, just…what the fuck?”

“I know.” Scott laughed. “But he’s actually really good at it.”

“You’ve seen him?” Just the thought of Scott watching James strip made Max want to simultaneously crawl into a hole and jerk himself off.

Scott was still laughing. “No, I mean, he showed me a move or two.”

“Weird as shit.” Max just couldn’t imagine James stripping, but he supposed stranger things had happened, as he looked at the four mounds wobbling on his chest.

“Yeah, well…keep in touch, Max. Maybe I’ll head out to see you some time.”

“That would be…” Max trailed off, because he didn’t quite know what that would be. It would be something.

“Talk to you later.”

“Later,” Max responded, as he contemplated changing his number. He hung up and slumped back against his pillows.

-

The price of the drug was progressively increasing. Max did an extensive search of the ingredients, but it seemed to be a trade secret.

Most of his money went towards tuition, housing, and general living expenses, and he barely had anything left over for petty spending let along an expensive drug habit.

Max was digging around for a textbook one day when he noticed that his apartment had a particularly large closet.

He tried putting it online for rent as a Quaint bedroom. Cozy and well-insulated.

He was surprised by the flood of responses he got from desperate college students in various stages of financial purgatory.

A sophomore named Paige insisted on coming to see the place that very day. Max draped himself in a variety of large, amorphous winter coats he had purchased for just these sorts of situations. Paige arrived at the apartment, smacking gum loudly. She glanced over the place with little interest and no inquiries.

She was at the cusp of being overweight in a pleasantly voluptuous way, dressed in a short skirt and a tank top. Unreservedly, she tugged some of her skirt out of her ass crack.

Max started, “The utilities are usually—”

“I’ll take it,” Page cut him off, drawing some of her long, unruly hair out of her face. She then dug into her purse and pulled out a crumpled wad of cash, before handing it over. “First month and security deposit.”

Max opened and closed his mouth, before recovering. “Welcome, roomie,” he said, as he took the money and counted the varied bill types.