Yes

“Mmm. I’ve got something called Late Bloomers Syndrome.” You caress your breasts, getting excited as Ben undid his pants. “But if I take estrogen pills,” you press them together, making them seem even bigger, “I can make them even bigger.”

“Do…do you have any on you?” Ben asked, his voice strained.

Your brow furrowed, wondering how he hasn’t just plowed you yet. “Uh, yeah, in my backpack.” You point to your backpack behind him as he practically lunges for it. You see him find the bottle of estrogen pills and shake them, finding that it was still pretty full. “I usually take about one with each of my meals.” You further explain, not really sure why. He pops off the top and starts to move toward you. “What are you doing?” You try to scurry away, but he grabs your ankle and pulls you toward him, grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open.

“I have a thing for some big titty sluts.” He starts pouring the pills down your throat. “The bigger the better.”

He’s too strong for you, as you try to gasp for air, or spit some of the pills out, he closes your mouth and holds your nose, forcing you to swallow them. In a matter of minutes, he forces the entire bottle down your throat. As you try to catch your breath, he wastes no time in fucking you. “Mm…I can’t wait to see how much bigger those fun bags are gonna be.” He laughs. You don’t respond to him, feeling his average cock go in and out of your damp pussy. Somewhere in your mind, you wanted this. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile.

“They get as big as you want, babe.” You say as you kiss him, feeling his cum shot into your unprotected pussy for the first time that day.

***

A week later

You lay out on the couch, your titanic tits keeping you there. Not only did the pills cause your breasts to grow to impossible sizes, but made them impossibly sensitive. You rub your tits, remembering how they had grown seemingly overnight as your new master took you home. His parents were gone on some kind of extended vacation. He was fuzzy with the details, or your mind was fuzzy from the constant fucking. You dropped out of school the next day, knowing that you would be nothing but a distraction with the tits you had now. Your mom was pretty easy to write off. Just telling her you couldn’t do it anymore. Of course before everything got fuzzy, you remember thinking mom had her own master you never met. You could feel the pressure in your breasts rise again. Not holding back this time, you let the pressure release as milk shoots out your engorged nipples. You laugh, knowing that this was a sign that your master got you pregnant.

Master Ben walks in, finding you spraying your milk all over the couch. “Well Jill, I’ve gotta punish you for that.” He says, chuckling. “Maybe just a tit job tonight and only one estrogen pill for your tits.”

You smile. Something about the pill was wrong…but felt oh so right.