Intimate Growth

It was always a waiting game for testing days. Chelsea had been a drug tester since the early days of “growth adapters” and “boosters.” She was the Incres co. lab’s top tester. Always willing for another round. You couldn’t really blame her. Unlike the majority of other cases, her reactions were stable and unbelievably… positive. It had taken a bit of a toll, but not so much physically. Though they asked her to maintain a low profile because of the permanent shifts she had gone through and the confidentiality of these trials, she retained several online friendships, a few real life connections through work, and there was her boyfriend, Robin.

Her results from the last blood test were due today. Which, if she had a clean score, meant she’d be able to go another round for the drug she had most enjoyed the effects of. Es14x was the latest of the trialed “boosters” that, on the whole, were intended to help with muscle and bone regrowth as well as other medical applications. However, Es14x was an overall stimulator drug that kicked the latent growth of the body into high gear.

Since she was a bit older than most of the other trial candidates and had finished most of her natural maturation, she had been greenlit for the test a month ago. The results had been spectacular. Her body had already been undergoing some rather drastic changes; growing nearly two feet taller in four years, her mammary glands expanding and beginning to lactate abnormally high amounts, and gaining more than a bit of weight along the way. That isn’t even touching on the craziest stuff. But, biggest of all, was taking the same drug Robin had been on the team for: the “herm” drug.

She had both sets now. A painful process, but she was pretty pleased with the results. Robin had been an early test candidate, against the better judgement of the staff, and while he was less of a fan about his results, he started adjusting. A year after he’d gone through that change, he’d meet her in that trial and the rest might as well have been plucked from some sappy pulp romance novel. He’d kept on and hooked her up with a whole team of her own for testing. Decent enough pay, a sweet new body that was only getting better with time, and a smoking hot, caring boyfriend. Things were good.

Then a test went wrong. She’d ended up in the hospital, needed care for the better part of three months. That was over now though and she was eager to get going again. She wanted to get back in the saddle with something a little less risky. Robin had helped get her on the list for the newest run of the improved Es14x on the condition that today she’d keep trying her hardest to her hands off herself. He wanted her bloated and ready to pop. She couldn’t help the leakage, but hopefully she could go a day without shlicking off. With him and the pills as the reward, she was confident she could pull it off. The new line was supposedly faster, safer, and with a larger kick. She was so nervous and excited. Today was all about waiting. Waiting for Robin to get home.

Chelsea was pretty bad at reigning it in. From the moment her drug trials had begun to yield pretty erotic results, she’d had a hell of a time trying to keep her hands off herself. She hadn’t been a very horny person before the changes, but now she was in a near constant state of half arousal. She snail-trailed precum all over the house, her legs drenched in a clear sticky lube, and her stiff members, moist apertures, and leaky nipples kept up a constant slow reminder that she was now practically a sexual fountain.

Today was no different. However, Robin, her wonderful boyfriend, had promised some relief and a surprise tonight if she could have just a little self control today. So here she was, 9 am on a Friday, stretched out on the couch, browsing the web on her laptop and watching reruns on the

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