Clinical Trials
“Next!” Doctor Yamagawa flipped idly through the details of the student’s chart as her nurse went to fetch the next girl.
“Standard dosage, six weeks, no known genetic markers…”
“Ma’am?”
She looked up. The nurse was back already, standing at the door. “Thank you, Ms. Elliot. Miss Yumi, I assume? Come on in and have a seat.”
The young college student plopped down onto the examination bed. It groaned slightly.
“How are you feeling?”
“Uh, pretty good, a little sore sometimes. I was told that was normal?”
“Muscle soreness is a common side effect, yes. Anything else?”
“I’m, uh, this is sort of awkward…”
“Miss Yumi, I assure you anything you tell me will be kept strictly confidential.”
“I’m, like, super horny all the time now.” The sophomore blushed.
The doctor arched an eyebrow at her patient. Not surprising, she thought to herself. “Heightened libido was one of the goals of the medical trial,” she reminded her.
“Yeah, but… I’m constantly imagining stripping down and just fucking my classmates right in the middle of lectures! It’s very, uh, distracting…” she blushed again as her nipples tented her shirt, clearly visible even through the heavy bra she was wearing.
“That’s still within expected deviation,” she said. “The fantasies, that is, not actually doing it. Being in the program isn’t a license to ignore school rules.”
Yumi nodded, setting her enormous twin pigtails bouncing. They stretched from her head all the way down to her ass, a huge volume of hair barely held in place by a dozen elastic ties.
“Let’s get you up on the scale, then,” Doctor Yamagawa said, gesturing at an industrial-sized pressure plate. Yumi hopped off the bed and stepped onto it.
“Initially 65 kilograms… now 476 kilos.” The doctor did some quick mental math with the cube-square law. “Been eating well?”
“You told me I was going to be hungry, so I’ve been making sure to have extra helpings at the cafeteria.” She patted her stomach, pushing inward on her billowing t-shirt.
“The formula will not prevent you from getting overweight. Don’t overindulge.”
“Don’t worry, ma’am, if anything I’m even skinner than before!” She pulled up her shirt to reveal that her abs were still clearly visible. “I think it’s all going to my tits.”
Doctor Yamagawa did not doubt it. “The fashion department has been helpful in procuring support?”
“Yes, they said this was a U-cup when I picked it up, and that they’d be happy to make even bigger ones if necessary.” She hefted one enormous breast in both hands. “Which is good, because I don’t think it’s quite roomy enough.”
“Finally, height measurement, if you please, Miss Yumi.”
She bent down and then straightened underneath the mechanism. “Originally 153 centimeters, correct?”
“On a good day, ma’am.”
“Three hundred and four centimeters now. Not quite double, but a very impressive response, to be sure.”
Yumi visibly shivered, her enormous thighs clenching as the doctor confirmed she’d broken the three-meter mark. “Does that mean I get to stay in the program?”
The doctor consulted her clipboard. “All your blood work checks out, and you have no major adverse reactions.” She jotted down a note about the persistent arousal. “I recommend visiting with some fellow members of the program and discussing coping mechanisms for high libido.”
“Of course, of course.”
“Miss Shane, also in your class, would be an excellent partner.”
“The girl with the enormous tits? She’s so cool!”
“Miss Yumi, I don’t believe you’re in a position to call anyone else’s breasts enormous.”
Yumi blushed again, her nipples visibly throbbing.
“But yes, her bosom does outsize yours considerably. However, you may find yourselves with much in common as the program continues. Ms. Elliot!”
“Yes, doctor?” The nurse appeared at the doorway in an instant.
“Miss Yumi will receive another six weeks’ dosage, same strength as before. Target height is five meters.”
“Just five?” Yumi asked, sounding a little disappointed.
“You’ll find that nutritional load challenging enough to attain, Miss Yumi. I’ll see you again at the end of the dosing schedule, yes?”
“Yes, ma’am!” The titanic college student strode out of the examination room, nearly crushing a normal-sized boy who was hurrying down the corridor. “Oops! Sorry!”
“It’s… ok…” he stuttered, half-concussed from the impact with Yumi’s enormous ass-cheek. “I should watch where I’m going…”
The door closed, and the heavy footsteps faded down the hall. “Who’s next, Ms. Elliot?”
“Helen Alexandra, for her six-month checkup.”
“I’ll need the other examination room, won’t I?”
“Yes, doctor. She’s cleared ten meters since you last saw her.”
“Excellent!” The doctor allowed herself a small smile. “It’s always nice when a patient exceeds expectations so dramatically.”
The two professionals stepped out of the room and off to their next appointment.