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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion & more.

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“You’re becoming such a cow,” Pete told her during their next meeting. “You don’t suppose I can milk you?”

She glared hard at him, jerking on her sweater as she left.

The sarashi was falling apart. It couldn’t contain her anymore, the thing meant for smaller girls with narrower chests and slighter physiques.

Jade took to wearing a tight tank top as an undershirt, her plump cleavage all but bursting out of the top.

She was constantly breathless, chest heaving. Sweat trickled down her throat, between her cleavage. Every touch or rub against her nipples was the type of arousing that left her loins throbbing under sparks of sensation. Every time Pete saw her, he threw one of those slimy smirks of his, as though he could see right through her guise of calm composure.

Her breasts were so plump and round, beginning to press against each other. She was becoming large-breasted, and it hardly made sense on a girl as slim as she was. In another week, even less of her clothes was fitting her, and the outfits that did looked awkward or felt uncomfortable. She felt defeated when she put in an order for a new school uniform—even more so when she requested one several sizes up from what she estimated she currently was. The school secretary appeared confused when looking at the figures, asked if Jade was quite sure she had put in the correct numbers. Jade only nodded and grimaced in response. Indignant as she was, she had to be practical with her remaining allowance. And as frustrating as it was to admit it, Pete showed no signs of ending his depraved game, and she was anticipating yet more growth.

She hated growing. Her chest was getting heavier, already full D-cups. Every morning she awoke to the plump, heated sensation of them, and couldn’t help suspecting that they had grown just a bit more overnight. She had to look at the way the mounds stretched out her nightshirts, and how hard her nipples were as they bulged against the taut fabric.

Classmates stared. Her friends’ subtle remarks were getting increasingly overt, until one day by their lockers, Kim just asked, “Jade, what’s going on with your tits?” Kim gave a nervous laugh to be mirrored by the posse of giggling girls surrounding them.

Jade went beet red. “What do you mean?” she managed, wishing she could shrink to the size of an ant, rolling her shoulders forward, trying to make her chest look as small as possible.

“They’ve gotten huge!” said Kim.

“Well, they’re a respectable size,” Jackie piped in. “Don’t go overboard, Kim. But yeah, Jade, you’ve…kinda changed.” She grinned and nodded encouragingly.

Jade choked slightly trying to get her next words out. Finally, she managed, “Delayed puberty?”

Kim gave a thoughtful hum.

“Girl, what have you been eating?” said Pria.

“Are you sure, Jade?” said Jackie, leading. “You haven’t gotten work done? You can tell me? You know about the thing with my nose.”

It was mortifying. “I have to go,” said Jade, slipping off, not noticing the way she was clutching her books to her chest.

“They look good, Jade!” Kim called after her. “Flaunt ‘em!”

Jade locked herself in a bathroom and hyperventilated for several minutes.

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“This closet is getting kinda small, isn’t it?” said Pete during their next meeting, his eyes bright and excited as they usually were.

“Shut the hell up,” Jade retorted.

When Pete offered her the pill, Jade noticed that it was subtly different. “What is this?” she said suspiciously.

“It’s our deal,” said Pete with a smile and a shrug. “That’s all you need to know, honey.”

It was true. Jade had never been given any insight previously on what Pete had been dosing her with, so there was no reason that things would suddenly change.

“It’s a different drug,” Jade muttered.

“Are you going to take it or not?”

Jade did.

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Jade wasn’t quite sure, but over the next few days, there might have been a relieving slowdown in growth. Her clothes stopped tightening on her. Her latest bra purchases lasted, and her new school uniform remained pleasantly baggy on her form even if some of her teachers wrinkled their nose at her “sloppy” appearance.

At the same time, the sensation of the mounds continued to evolve. Jade’s chest felt much warmer than before, and she found herself sweating almost constantly. Her nipples began to really sting and ache, especially when she touched them. And sometimes the heated feeling in her breasts was accompanied by a tingling sensation.

In addition to that, they were beginning to feel weirdly…tight, which was new. She was accustomed to a constricted feeling from her clothing or undergarments—things she could shed when she got home from school. But her flesh itself was developing tension, her breasts weirdly—bloated. Flushed sometimes, and just so warm. She would pant quietly in the back of her classes, tugging at her collar and trying to cool down.

When she was home, and nude, between getting dressed or taking a shower, she scarcely examined herself, but when she did, she would notice that her nipples had darkened in color in a way that she found vaguely concerning.

The soreness, tightness, and tingling steadily exacerbated, until one morning Jade awoke, unconsciously scrabbling at her pajama top in her sleep. She needed to shed…something. It just felt too constricting.

As the fogginess cleared away, she found herself panting on her bed, soaked in sweat and completely overheated. She had managed to open her top in her sleep, her breasts bulging out freely, nipples dark and hard, and protruding out quite significantly.

They were also wet.

Jade had to blink a few times. The fluid dripping innocently off her nipples wasn’t sweat, it was actually a translucent white color. If she didn’t know any better…

Jade’s heart staggered. No…it couldn’t be… But now the fluid was seeping, appearing seemingly from nowhere, sometimes collecting, sagging, and eventually dripping off her nipples at slow intervals, and it were coming from inside of her. Her breasts were producing milk. She was—lactating.

“Fuck,” was all Jade could manage, blinking hard then shaking her head in silent denial. “What the fuck.” She wasn’t a—she didn’t have—lactating was for nursing mothers, not an active eighteen-year-old whose primary focus was on decent grades. She hardly had time to comprehend the concept of producing food out of her body. This was completely insane!

She wanted to ignore it, but it wasn’t exactly the type of issue that could be ignored. Substance was leaking, flowing, gliding across her skin, sinking into clothing. It was evident, and it needed to be controlled.

But suddenly it stopped. Jade stared for a while. Her skin was still damp, but new droplets had stopped forming. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. She sighed in relief. It had only lasted a few moments. She hoped that somehow, maybe, this was an isolated incident, and the problem didn’t recur.

Jade was especially careful in her movements over the rest of the day, and there was not another incident. Another full day passed with no leaking, followed by a third, by which point the issue was far behind her. Though still feeling bloated and sore, her nipples remained pleasantly dry. She was so relieved that she even started getting used to having big breasts—round, full DD-cups, that sat perkily on her chest. The growth had settled down, and people would send her the odd glance, but everyone was getting used to it, and so was Jade. She actually even began to sort of enjoy the larger size of her breasts, rather than resenting them all the time. She bought some new outfits that displayed her breasts rather than hiding them, even some lingerie. One day after school, Jade tried on a black lacy bra she had purchased online, stood in her mirror, and stared at herself, sort of mystified.

She had a great line of cleavage, her breasts pressed into each other, no space between them, cradled perfectly in the bra. The mounds were full, uniform, and unblemished, not a mark on them. Her nipples were hard enough to bulge visibly against the bra cups. Jade lightly trailed her left breast with her fingers, eyelids fluttering. She was beginning to appreciate the sensitivity rather than despise it. It made her thighs twitch and her loins heat up, and she had begun to truly explore it.

A light rapping on her bedroom door snapped Jade out of her reverie.

“Jade, you’re late for your violin lesson,” the maid called.

“Yes…right,” Jade muttered distractedly. She hastily pulled on a t-shirt, now not minding the way it stretched across her chest, or how the hem now left several inches of her lean abdomen exposed. With that, she got up, and left the room.

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Jade couldn’t let Pete know that she was actually starting to accept this. She refused to give him the pleasure. So when she met up with him in the janitor’s closet on Tuesdays and Fridays, she acted as bitter as usual. It wasn’t hard. Pete was a complete jackass. She snatched the pills and gulped them down with a deep grimace.

Her breasts continued to feel warm, and tingle, with the uncomfortable tightness to her skin, but she learned to ignore it, and even became used to it. Her breasts looked even more bloated than before, round, and almost tight, bulging slightly from her latest bras, but not by much. The amount of growth was insignificant. Jade wondered if she had reached some sort of threshold that she could be affected by the drug. Perhaps she had developed a tolerance for it, and could no longer experience the effects. She became quietly smug in her meetings with Pete, though he seemed content as ever, if not a little muted compared to before.

She continued to diligently take the pills.

Jade began to go braless again, but she didn’t wear layers to hide anything anymore. She took to wearing tight t-shirts, blouses, even bandeaus and bralettes on the weekends when she didn’t need to be in her school uniform. She began to appreciate the long gazes directed her way, rather than trying to hide away from them, as she did before. She liked how evident it was that her breasts were unrestrained under her top. How they rocked or bobbed when she moved, how her nipples bulged, arousing as it was. She learned to enjoy the sensation of her arousal, even when it cumulated at inconvenient times, like in class. If she couldn’t excuse herself to the bathroom, she would do her best to breath evenly, and just grind in her seat, trying to create as much friction as possible, nipples against her shirt, groin against the hard chair beneath her.

It was outrageous, and obscene, but also liberating. Second puberty, indeed. She felt as though she was experiencing a sexual awakening.

As the days passed, Jade became breathless and flushed, not just occasionally, but continually. She was constantly wiping sweat off her brow or chest. Her nipples had gotten more swollen than ever, to the point that it looked a little unnatural.

She was out at a convenience store one Saturday afternoon in jeans and a tiny little bandeau top her parents would never have approved of. But they didn’t have the ability to know or complain, they were too busy traveling the world and decidedly pretending not to be parents.

Jade grabbed a few containers of ice cream and a milk gallon. She had been craving milkshakes relentlessly, and ordering them in almost every day. She figured she could save some cash and just start making them at home. It was practically the only thing she would drink lately.

Jade went to the register, pretending not to notice as men threw glances at the fat DDs gently bobbing on her chest. There was only one customer ahead of Jade—a man balancing a baby on his hip, trying to keep the infant pacified while also purchasing several canisters of baby formula.

The baby moaned, gurgled, and sometimes released a short whine in threat of bursting into full tears. The baby couldn’t have been more than a few months old. He had big, watery eyes, and when those eyes fell on Jade, she felt strangely breathless.

Her breasts tightened and her nipples ached, heat building in her cheeks as she shifted and tried to figure out what was going on. She could feel the bandeau sliding slightly, her skin feeling more constricted than ever. She panted, her arm unconsciously going up to cradle her breasts. Her fingers grazed her nipple, and her knees went weak. The baby wailed, and Jade unconsciously groaned. Several people turned to stare at her.

Jade didn’t know what was going on, but she had to get out of there. Abandoning her grocery cart, she stumbled out of the store.

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