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This story was written for Hp1741a . It contains sexual acts involving a consenting adult male, and themes of minor TF/breast growth, hyper-pleasure and lactation. :3

Impatient Enhancements

Toby glanced down at the bottle in his hand with a soft whimper, nibbling on his bottom lip as his other hand fondled with his swelling cock through his briefs. He knew that he should wait. That to do what he was thinking of doing was irrational and impatient and really, really kinda stupid. But... god, he wanted to do it so badly, and he wanted to do it now.

Looking down beyond the small amber bottle and the white pills inside, the fox grunted as he watched his cock continuing to swell. The front of his white briefs were obscenely stretched by the nine inch length, curved by the pressure of the fabric but desperate to stand out proud and straight from the curvy figure from which it sprang. He released his currently bound erection and moved his hand up to run it through his long dark hair, flicking it back over his shoulders as his tail twitched in a similarly agitated manner. Every last inch of him, most definitely including his manhood, wanted to do this. And regardless of whether he wanted to waste time looking up instructions online or not, he was going to do it. He'd come this far, buying the pills he now held in his hand online after realising there was no way he'd be able to get a prescription for them. So, given that he'd already technically broken the law... perhaps it was a bit late to even consider being restrained in his efforts.

Tossing the pill bottle onto the bed behind him, albeit gently, Toby whimpered as he tugged down his briefs, feeling them catch on the tip of his straining cock and stretching them out even more lewdly before they sprang away down his legs and the thick, twitching length of his member sprang upward.

"Soon..."

He stepped forward to briefly glance in the bedroom mirror, raising his hands away from his crotch and to the one area where he found himself lacking. In so many ways, crotch aside, his body was all too feminine in appearance. Curvaceous, full lipped, long haired. But while his hips and buttocks were rounded and his face with a pleasant gentleness to its curves, his chest was flat as a board. He didn't wish to be a woman. He didn't wish to no longer be a man. But... he wanted breasts. He had for as long as he could remember, and thanks to the pills he had acquired that goal was now a considerable stretch closer. After all, with certain recent advances in medicine it was no longer a matter of waiting months or even years for hormone therapies to work. Now, if he had read the information about these pills correctly, the results would be practically instantaneous.

Moving back to the bed and scrambling up onto it, Toby ran his fingers nervously over the silk bra he had purchased years ago, perfect in shape and in size for what he had one day dreamed of possessing. A beautiful DD-cup sized bra for the perfect pair of breasts he swore that he would find a way to grant himself. And now, all just a single pill away.

He grabbed at the bottle, sitting cross legged as he fumbled briefly with the child-proof cap, and whined happily as was a click the bottle popped open. A single pill fell out onto his upturned palm, and without even waiting to lean over and grab the glass of water from the bedside table Toby flipped the pill into his muzzle and swallowed it with a thick, purposeful gulp.

Then he waited.

Toby sat on the bed, one hand upon his chest and the other upon his cock, slowly stroking whilst simultaneously trying to keep his breathing steady. More than once he thought he felt movement, thought he could feel his chest beginning to swell as new, fresh mammary tissue was spawned beneath his skin. But no. Five minutes passed of nothing but excitement; arousal and anticipation keeping him from being discouraged by the less than instantaneous response. After ten minutes however he was beginning to lose patience, whimpering not in pleasure as he continued to gently masturbate himself, but in frustration at the total lack of progress. He wouldn't let himself give up hope though. He knew that sometimes when people sold medication illegally online they would put placebos in with the real thing to bulk out their stock, and in the space of another five minutes of no activity whatsoever the fox convinced himself that this had to be the case. There was simply no alternative in his mind, and thus he did the only sensible thing to reduce the likelihood of being tricked and disillusioned by a sugar pill again.

He took two more, and waited once again.

Another five minutes, nothing. Toby growled audibly and with his free hand ceased fondling his chest, instead tugging impatiently at his hair, wrapping it around one finger, tugging and repeating this motion over and over as his frustration grew. He let go of his cock entirely too, rising from the bed, sliding down to the bedroom floor and beginning to pace in confusion and in anger. He had spent a lot of money on this medication. It was rather state of the art stuff after all, and it was no joke to say that he had been saving up for this purchase since the very day he discovered that the pills were a real thing. Years of his savings had gone into this purchase, and he wasn't willing to accept that it had all been some massive con job. It had to be real. It had to work. There had to be at least one genuine pill in the batch. Hell, if that was the case it would all be worth it, no matter how many he'd paid for initially.

Toby rushed back to the bed with a growl after almost thirty minutes had passed from the first pill having slid down his throat, his cock beginning to soften in his anger. He snatched up the bottle, peered down at the ten or eleven pills remaining inside, and then at the glass of water upon his bedside table. His tail flicked. He curled and tugged at his hair once more, and he muttered under his breath.

"There will be one, I know it."

Two minutes later, the bottle was empty. The glass was empty, and Toby was sitting on the edge of his bed, fondling his cock out of nervousness and to grant himself comfort rather than any active arousal.

"Please..."

He whispered to himself. To his body. To any and every God who might listen to him and take pity in that moment.

"Please. J-just..."

And that was when he felt it. A tingle. That was how people had described the feeling in online testimonials, and though now he was trying not to be actively over-optimistic, that genuinely was the word which Toby would have used to describe the sensation. A tingle. A tingling that started behind both nipples almost simultaneously, and which forced a breathless, ragged whine of joyous disbelief from Toby's lips as he realised what he was feeling. The commencement of what he had been hoping to experience all this time. Only now, it wasn't some fantasy. It was real.

He grasped at his chest with both hands as he felt it noticeably and saw it visibly beginning to swell. Soon enough of course one hand had fallen away from his gradually growing breasts and fell to his erection, renewed and harder than ever as he peered down at a chest which now was beginning to look like it would require a bra for what would be regarded to the average member of the public as decency. He grasped his member tightly in one trembling hand, and began to vigorously stroke the nine inch length with deep, impassioned growls of lust and joy.

"It's happening. Oh god. O-ohh god yes, it's really..."

He tweaked his left nipple, and his growls trailed off into a high pitched, desperate yelp as not only did the intensity of the pleasure that touch provoked shock him but a small dribble of whitish and warm liquid dripped out onto his trembling fingers. It took Toby a moment to recover, a moment to ensure that he wasn't going to let his eyes roll back into his head and cum right then and there, but soon afterwards he repeated the motion. His still growing breasts were immensely tender, far more so than his nipples had been before, and again as he teased at the right nipple this time a trickle of what was almost undeniably breast-milk came dripping out over his fingers.

"Yes. O-ohhhhhh... ohhhhh_yes_!"

Raising his fingers to his muzzle even as he moaned louder and louder, his hand a blur upon his cock, Toby whined giddily when he flicked his tongue out across his fingertips and tasted the rich, surprisingly delectable flavour of his own milk. After that, staring at his two nipples as they stood proud and prominent upon breasts which shook and jiggled under the influence of his fevered masturbation, there was little time for Toby to even attempt holding back any longer. He let loose one more desperate, haggard cry of joy, and began to pump hot ropes of cum out over the carpet before which he was seated and then over his cock and hand itself as the force of each ejaculation lessened, though the pleasure remained intense until the last droplets were spent.

By the time he recovered, or at least regained as much of his sanity and calm as he was going to under the circumstances, Toby was in no doubt that his breasts had stopped growing. Raising his hand to his lips and licking off his cum with barely a second thought the fox brought both hands to bear upon his new chest. He stroked his nipples more gently. He squeezed at the flesh of the breasts themselves, gasping as he did so a little too hard, surprised by how delicate they were in that regard. He pressed a finger and thumb against one nipple and rocked it gently back and forth, shuddering and grunting loudly when not just a dribble but a full stream of rich milk sprayed forth. For maybe five minutes total he just sat there and played with his new breasts, and expression of wondrous joy crossing his grinning face more and more strongly with each fantasy he was able to suddenly live.

Last on that list of course, though one of the first he had ever planned for, was his bra. Toby could barely believe it but he was already getting horny again as he slipped on his bra, blushing as he found it still a little big, his breasts closer to Cs than the DDs for which he had planned, but still with flesh enough to not require the levels of padding and fakery he had used to simulate the appearance of breasts beneath his clothes in the past. He fastened the bra behind his back, and after that spent a delightful few minutes admiring himself and his chest in the bedroom mirror. God, he was hot. The hottest version of himself that had ever existed, or likely would ever exist. He knew it was a bit embarrassing, a bit selfish and greedy, but just looking at himself like that... it made him want to...

He began masturbating again, standing up this time and showing off to himself in front of the mirror at first. Of course it wasn't long before pleasure overtook pride and he sank down to the bed once more, this time falling back and lying down as he humped at his paw. Toby might well have kept on going, pleasuring himself all the way to a second consecutive climax had he not realised something a few minutes later. There was a slight pinching sensation around his upper torso. A tightness whenever he drew breath.

"O-oh... shit..."

He gasped in shock, though pleasantly so, when he looked down and realised the issue. His breasts were growing again. He dragged himself upright and hurriedly moved to unfasten his bra, not used to having to do so while it was pulled so tightly and thus taking almost thirty seconds before he wrenched the clasp loose and groaned in relief as his breasts sprang free. They must have been two or three sizes too big for the bra by that point, flesh having been spilling out over the sides and broad, swollen nipples half poking up over the cups themselves just before they were freed. Again his hands rose to fondle them even as the tingling he had barely noticed in his excitement began to subside, and again he yelped in shock at the almost electrically sensitive nature of his nipples. They were as much more sensitive compared to last time as his breasts were larger, and though possessing a pair of breasts closer to Gs than DDs wasn't exactly what he had planned, Toby couldn't deny that the look of them upon his chest, not to mention the feel of them, was delightfully erotic.

He moaned as he made himself lactate a little more liberally than before, watching the large and mountainous peaks dribbling and dripping down onto his thighs below. His cock throbbed urgently, and he growled at the idea of fondling himself and jerking himself to orgasm again, wondering how intense it would feel to keep playing with his nipples even as he climaxed.

Before Toby could do that though, before he could cum or even begin driving himself towards orgasm again in earnest, he felt something. An immensely strong, immensely sudden burst of tingling. Before his eyes, within his grasp, his breasts swelled hugely and rapidly. They grew a size in a matter of seconds, inflating like balloons though with all the added weight, gravity and of course sensation that came along with it.

"O-oh fuck. Fuck!"

Toby cried out in shock, something suddenly occurring to him as his brain momentarily considered why his breasts were growing so fast this time around. It didn't take more than a few seconds to figure it out of course. He'd taken a single pill at first, and that had caused the first bout of growth about thirty minutes later. Some ten or fifteen minutes after that he'd taken the second two pills, which had caused his breasts to grow the same amount of time later, only faster and larger. And after that... after that he'd taken...

He whimpered desperately as he felt his breasts growing, and growing, and growing, as he felt their weight weighing him down, as he felt himself losing his balance as he tried to scramble off the bed and towards where he knew his phone was resting on a chair with the majority of his clothes, all the way on the far side of the room.

With a yelp of shock and desperation Toby toppled forward, utterly over-balanced by the weight and still shifting gravity of his colossal breasts. He landed on his outstretched palms, and that was a good thing for had he landed upon his elbows alone his breasts probably would have borne the brunt of the impact. By this point they were huge, each one broader in diameter than a dinner plate, and as Toby peered towards his phone and attempted to crawl forwards, he howled as he realised that along with the size of his breasts, their sensitivity had continued to increase. All at once he shuddered and wailed as he felt the stimulation of his nipples against the bedroom carpet drive such pleasure through his body that he swore he almost came right there and then, and a mere fraction of a second later two large dark spots appeared upon the carpet as his breasts poured forth a torrent of milk from each over-stimulated nipple. He shuddered and stopped, feeling his balls aching, his cock ready to let loose, his heart pounding in his chest as the growth of his breasts finally began to slow.

He stared at his phone just five or six metres away, and he knew he had to get there. To call a doctor. To call someone to help him out. But... those six metres might as well have been an eternity away, at least if he planned on getting there with his mind intact.

Toby shuffled forwards, only slightly, making mere inches of progress, and wailed as his nipples dragged once more, gushing yet more milk and sending pleasure surging through him. He pushed forward again, and his arms gave out, his eyes rolled back, and he grunted in pleasured humiliation as his cock began to spray the carpeted ground beneath him with thick strings of his seed.

"Ohhhhhhhgod..."

Shuddering and gasping as he came, Toby realised that this wasn't going to get any easier. He whimpered in pleasure, in absolute ecstasy, and kept on pushing forward. He used his orgasm to motivate him, not considering the intense stimulation of his huge and swollen nipples to be a negative to impede his progress, but a way to keep his pleasure going and make progress towards his target. He dragged himself closer and closer to his phone, and with every movement his orgasm and the milk pouring from his over-engorged and massive breasts intensified in their productivity and pleasure alike. Longer and longer, more and more, seemingly without end.

Indeed, when eventually Toby made it to his phone he was so overwhelmed, so spent, and yet so delighted by the sensations granted to him along the way that for all the haste he had used in getting here, he was no longer sure for what purpose he had arrived at the phone.

At first, the goal had been obvious. Call a hospital. Call for help of the medical variety. But now... now he was considering seeking help of a more... personal nature.

He had some friends. Some lovers, who might be just open minded enough to delight in his new breasts, and his new ability to receive pleasure through them. And, if indeed he could convince one of them to come over... well, would it really do him any harm to wait a few hours before seeking medical attention?

Or, days perhaps?

Weeks.

Maybe just a month or so.

Basically, however long it took for these feelings not to be worth it any longer.

He tweaked one nipple as he fumbled with his phone in the other hand, and growled as even in his post-orgasmic haze intense pleasure still wracked his body.

Okay, yeah. If he was being honest with himself, it might easily be longer than a month.

By Jeeves

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