Second Trial

Vivian is a 26-year-old woman who suffered from mood swings her entire life, one day she could be content with life and the next she was suffering from such crippling anxiety or depression that she stayed in bed all day. She had a standing appointment with a therapist every other Tuesday and that’s where she was leaving on the day that her life changed forever.

Vivian stepped out of her therapist's office building and bumped right into someone not even two steps out of the door. “Oh sorry,” She said before looking up.

“It’s quite all right,” a man’s soothing voice said.

She finally looked up at him and saw a man in a long white coat, which she realized was a lab coat. He had grey hair at his temples but other than that he was an incredibly attractive man, Vivian guessed he was probably in his mid-forties.

“Are you a doctor?” She asked, curiosity stopping her from leaving the attractive doctor.

“Yes I am,” he said with a kind smile, “did you have an appointment with the psychiatrist here?”

Vivian normally didn’t talk about her mental health with others, especially not with strangers but this man seemed so sweet that it disarmed her... it didn’t help that he was oddly attractive too. “Yes, I just finished an appointment.”

“How long have you been visiting them?”

“About two years.” She said.

“Well if you don’t mind me saying, I have been working on a medication and all lab results show that it can improve someone’s mental health and make them very happy.”

Vivian wasn’t sure how to feel about the offer, the promise of improved happiness sounded nice but it also sounded like a legal version of otherwise illegal ****. “I’m not so sure,” she said, her caution returning.

“Well, if you change your mind, here is my business card.” The doctor said as he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, before handing it over to Vivian.

She took the card from him and read the front of it, “Thank you, Dr. Johnson,” Vivian said, his name in bold letters above a phone number.

“Just give me a call if you change your mind,” He said as he walked away, his coat fluttering behind him.

Several days passed and Vivian couldn’t get the attractive Doctor out of her head, the promise of being happy was an alluring one. She often found herself googling the doctor and researching him, she discovered that he had dozens of articles written about him. Dr. Johnsons’ achievements were impressive and they ranged from developmental **** to philanthropic endeavors.

Four days after meeting him, Vivian was having an incredibly hard time getting out of bed, weighed down by a bout of sadness. She finally picked up her phone and dialed the number on the business card. It rang four times before he finally answered, his soft voice floating through her phone.

“Hello, to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey doc, it’s me, Vivian,” She said sheepishly, “The girl that bumped into you on the street.”

“Ah that’s right, how are you? Finally change your mind?”

“Yes, I think I’m ready”

“Sounds great!” Dr. Johnson said, his voice sounding heavy with relief. “If you come down today we can get you started! Just go to the address on the card.”

The phone line went dead and she realized he had hung up, Must be busy, Vivian thought to herself. She punched the address into her phone and made her way to the bus stop. It only took 30 minutes to get to the nearest stop where she got off, she was in a run-down part of town but it was only two blocks to the address.

When she reached the address she looked up at the building, it was an old business office by the looks of it. While Vivian stood outside wondering if she was in the right place, the door swung open and Dr. Johnson stood there with his arms outstretched and said, “Hello Vivian! Lovely day isn’t it? Come on in.”

She entered the lobby and he led her to an elevator, they descended for a long time into the depths of the building, making small talk the whole way. Once they reached the bottom, Dr. Johnson stepped out and said, “Please follow me, ma’am.”

He led her down a passed several dark observation rooms before settling on one about halfway down the hall. Vivian entered the brightly lit room, it was pure white with a bed on one side and a small TV on the other. “If you would have a seat and get comfortable, I will be right back with the medication!”

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Second Trial Log.

SUBJECTS NAME: Vivian Grace

AGE: 26

OCCUPATION: Unemployed

BRA SIZE: b-cup

HEIGHT: 5’4”

WEIGHT: 130 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Brown

WAIST: 32 inches

HIPS: 40 inches

PHOTO:

Notes: After discretely researching a number of patients from therapists around the city, we have narrowed our search down to several viable women. Subject 2 is the first woman to reach out for the mind modification ****.

Vivian waited for a few minutes before the doctor came back with a pill bottle in one hand and water in the other.

“Here you go ma’am,” He said as he shook one of the pills onto a gloved hand before handing it to her. “The goal is for this to be a one-time pill, so you shouldn’t need to take another one daily.”

Vivian studied the small pink pill briefly before popping it into her mouth, taking the open water bottle he offered her and taking a large gulp from it. Dr. Johnson was about to respond when a pager on his belt beeped.

“Sorry Vivian, I am needed elsewhere. Please wait here until I come back and I will walk you through the rest of the information.”

“No problem!” She said, leaning back in the bed.

“If you want, you can try the TV but it doesn’t get many channels.” He said as he shut the door behind him.

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Vivian waited patiently but the doctor hadn’t come back in thirty minutes so she started playing with the TV. Most of the channels were static but she eventually found an old sitcom from the 80s, the laugh track was flat and the jokes weren’t great but it was better than sitting in silence.

1200 hours – Administration

The Subject has taken the mind-modifying pill, waiting for the effects to begin

1230 hours – Observation

The subject has turned on the TV and is paying little attention to it

1245 hours – Observation

The subject has begun watching the TV more intently and has not looked away from it for some time, she seems to not notice how long she has been left alone.

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Vivian wasn’t sure how long she had been watching the TV, but the Sitcom was much funnier now. She found herself laughing along with the laugh track, she was honestly in a much better mood and markedly happier.

Vivian giggled to herself as she felt the fog of her depression lift away, instead, she began to float in a constant state of giddiness, almost like a pink mist spreading across her mind. She lay back on the bed and enjoyed the new feeling of euphoria, giggling to herself as a warm feeling seemed to spread in her stomach.

A soft knock came from the door as it swung open. “Sorry I was gone for so long, is everything okay?” Dr. Johnson asked as he stepped into the room.

Vivian sat up and felt like her head was swimming in a pink glow, “I’m like, absolutely perfect Doc,” She said with a giggle. “I’ve never been so happy!”

The doctor jotted some notes on a clipboard which said, Subjects intelligence seems to have dipped, a pleasant unseen side effect. “I’m happy to hear that Vivian,” he said with a smile, “any side effects you would like to bring to our attention?”

“No sir-ee,” Vivian said with a grin, “Any chance I could get another one of those funny pills? They sure make me happy.”

“Well, the prescription isn’t meant to be taken multiple times, especially under such a short time frame.” The Doctor said as he tapped his pen on his chin, “But I believe we have another pill you could take if you would like.”

“Will it make me happier?” Vivian asked sweetly.

“I suppose it would,” he replied. “Let me grab one for you and I will be right back.”

“Oki-dokie!” She said.

Doctor Johnson left the room and made his way down the hallway, entering the room that his colleagues waited in as they watched the trial from hidden cameras.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I believe we have a chance to try the new growth pill, this is a perfect opportunity to see how it interacts with the mind-modification ****.”

The other men silently nodded as they continued to take notes, grumbling their approval while Dr. Johnson took the bottle that contained the second rendition of the growth pill and left the room.

Back at Vivian’s room, he could hear her laughing through the door, giggling to herself at the TV. The doctor opened the door and she turned to face him, a bright smile spread across her face. “Got my meds doc?”

“Yes ma’am,” He said trying to contain his excitement and maintain his professional demeanor,” We will have to ask you to stay for a while so we may monitor you for adverse side effects.”

“That’s okay mister, I can keep the TV right?”

“Of course, go ahead and take this and I will check in with you shortly.” He said as he left the room.

Vivian popped the pill and chased it with another swig of water before going back to watching the TV. As she watched, her bra began to tighten.

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1300 Hours – Administration

Impromptu trial of growth pill initiated with adjusted formula after first trial.

1330 Hours – Observation

The subject seems to be adjusting her shirt and bra regularly. if growth has begun, it is much faster than the first test.

1400 Hours - Observation

Visible growth has occurred, the subject is either oblivious or does not care that the change is occurring.

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Vivian watched several episodes without breaking her concentration on the TV, her shirt had become uncomfortable but she paid no mind to it as she laughed and giggled at just about every joke the show made.

The credits rolled on the episode Vivian was just watching and she finally broke away from the TV, she smiled happily and adjusted her shirt which seemed to have grown tight. Her hand brushed against her breast and she was surprised to feel something foreign in her shirt. Vivian looked down at herself for the first time and was surprised by what she saw, “Like oh my gosh! I have boobies!”

Vivian squeezed her new boobs and giggled as they squeezed upward in her crop top, creating a juicy swell of cleavage. The interaction with her soft breasts created an intense wave of pleasure to spread from her body, each squeeze caused her to emit another moan.

“Mmmmm these melons sure are sensitive,” Vivian said as she jiggled her boobs. “Are you girls still growing?” She asked them when she felt them swell against her palms. Unbeknownst to her, every time she touched her breasts it increased blood flow which exposed more of the medication to her breast tissue.

She kept squeezing her boobs, coaxing them to grow and cooing with pleasure as they larger. Vivian had never felt so aroused before and she was sure that it was because she was happy, contributing her soaking panties to the heightened relaxation. She had never been one to enjoy it when someone touched her boobs, even during sex, but right now she derived so much pleasure from it that she teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

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1430 – Observation

The subject is unashamedly playing with herself, disregarding the TV for the first time in several hours, and seems to have heightened arousal and sensitivity. It seems that touching her breasts is promoting growth in the breast tissue.

1500 - Observation

Growth seems to have slowed down to a negligible pace, estimated growth is 500% from the original mass.

Unforeseen side effect: The subject’s hair has changed from brown to blonde, even growing noticeably longer and fuller.

Conclusion:

The test was an overwhelming success, both growth and mental modifications have achieved the desired results.

Ready to progress with further testing.

The doctor entered the room once they were satisfied the changes were done. As he opened the door Vivian stirred on the bed and looked at him with her large doe eyes. Her golden hair was such a bright shade of yellow that it seemed to create a glowing frame around her face. Even though she had multiple orgasms from playing with her breasts, her golden locks appeared unbothered and nearly perfect.

The most noticeable change was her breasts, they stood proudly on her chest and had grown so much that they tore her once loose tank top as they fought for space. Despite their increased mass, they did not sag in the slightest and remained very perky. “Hey doc how are you?”

“I’m doing well Vivian how are you feeling? Are you satisfied with the second dose?”

“Like, totes! But Vivian is such a mouthful, why don’t you call me Viv, sweetie?” she asked as she pressed her breasts up so the doctor could see them better. “Don’t you want to touch them?”