Just two. At first...

James tried to remember how his mother usually took her Aspirin. Two pills and water, right? Blech, he hated drinking water. The taste always put him off. But if that was what was necessary for a bigger dick, so be it. Taking out two pills and one of the plastic bottles of water his mother always took with her to drink when she did aerobic, he washed them down and decided to take all three bottles up to his room. If he really would grow, he definitely wanted the privacy to take his tool on a test run.

After hiding the bottles in his desk, he decided to surf the net while waiting for the pills to take effect. Checking his groin regularly, but he didn't feel much different down below. Where those things actually working? Was the dose too small? He didn't feel any effects after all. Maybe he had a high tolerance or something. Eh, wouldn't hurt to take some more... Taking another two pills out, he washed them down with water again. Then, back to browsing - thank god the internet had a never ending stream of memes, mildly interesting stories and amazing people that seemed to live their best life. After half an hour, James thought he felt pressure in his lower body. Eyes wide in anticipation, he unzipped his pants and stared at his small pecker. But again, no changes - instead, James realized that the pressure was actually just his full bladder. He'd drunk a lot of water after all.

Annoyed, he got up to use the bathroom. Glancing at the pill bottle, he decided to take another two pills. Washing them down, he realized that he'd very likely been scammed. The thought darkened his mood further. Taking his phone with him, he went to the bathroom to take care of business, browsing on his phone during. He got more and more annoyed with the Growth X company and finally decided to call them and give them a piece of his mind. Putting the admittedly easy to remember 1-800 number into his phone - very mature to have it consist mainly of 6s and 9s - he was greeted by stereotypical queue music. Putting his phone on speaker mode, he got up, set his phone down next to the sink and washed his hands.

"Hello. Thank you for calling our complaints and customer feedback line. I will be assisting you throughout your phone call. This call may be monitored for quality assurance and training purposes," a machine voice said, echoing through the bathroom, "Now, in order to best assist you, what issues are you calling about?"

"Yeah, I took your damn pills and nothing happened!" James complained, pissed off that he now had to talk to a computer.

"It is rude to curse. Now, to further help you, please answer this question: Have you ever in the past used our product or been subjected to our re-masculinization cures?"

James was taken aback - had the machine just scolded him? And what was this about re-masculinization? Aloud, he said: "No, never. This is the first time, and I honestly think you're a bunch of--"

"Sir, I must ask you to please talk to one of our qualified technicians. Delayed reactions to our product can lead to stronger reactions than usual."

It felt as if James had been dunked in ice water. He hadn't thought that it might take longer than just a few minutes or hours for the pills to change him. While was still thinking about what this might mean for him, a human voice replaced the computer.

"Sir, this is Melissa, Growine Industries Specialty Troubleshooting. Our system alerted me of a delayed reaction. I need you to follow my instructions right. Now. This is going to be intense, and I would prefer to prevent any injuries."

"Oh god, oh god, what's going to happen to me? Am I gonna die?!" James panicked, but Melissa's answer was calm and assured:

"Don't you worry, sir. Our products are thoroughly tested and FDA approved. Provided they are taken as per the instructions in the accompanying leaflet, side effects are completely impossible. And we are proud to say that under no circumstances are they going to be fatal, even if a client was to be crazy enough to take them with booze."

"I'm glad to hrrrgh!" James tried to answer, but an intense cramp in his lower body and upper legs made him grit his teeth and double over. The feeling almost blotted out the sensations of blood rushing into his member, but he felt it pressing into his boxers.

"Oh damn, it started. Sir, please sit down and lean back into something! Can you tell me how many pills you had?" Melissa said, calm and collected as if she'd done this thousands of times before. James complied, stiffly sitting down in front of the sink, leaning against the wooden cupboard below it. His breathing was laboured and he felt as if his guts were twisting themselves into pretzels.

"I--uurrgh! Six! Took... aaooww, I took six!" James yelled through the painful pulsing in his lower body.

"A delayed reaction with six pills? Ooh hoho, this is gonna be huge," Melissa exclaimed gleefully, "Alright, sir: The pain you are feeling is normal for a delayed reaction. Would you like me to help you alleviate it?"