A Message In A Bottle

Inside the box was simply a small, unmarked bottle with a few white pills rattling against a handwritten note. Shaking it out she began to read it.

Dearest Helen,

For the longest time, I have been watching you. You seem to be down on your luck, but I can help with that. Simply take these pills and your problems will be solved.

Signed,

XX

She shivered at the words. Who the hell had been watching her? And more importantly, what the hell was in these pills?

The only clue as to what they could be was a label engraved on the lid, so small she could barely read it. Not that it would make a difference, she wasn't about to take some **** a random stalker had...

Wait.

Did that say... growth?

Helen knew it was stupid to be jealous of the assets other girls in her year had, and yet she couldn't help it. After all, who wouldn't want the huge double ds that Marie had au naturel? Or the plump ass that looked far too comfortably real on Jenny's backside?

Helen looked the bottle over. The pills didn't look harmful.

Surely it couldn't hurt to take just one?