Polychrome Pills

By Bigby Wolfe

This story has mature themes, including sex and breast growth. Please do not read unless you are eighteen or older.

Tracy stared at the advertisement in the newspaper. It read:

EARN MONEY, BE A TEST SUBJECT!

By volunteering to be a test subject at Biogenetics, Inc.

you can earn up to $5,000 in just one month!

If interest call (454) 555-1212

If you have any allergies, please do not apply.

Tracy had just been fired from her receptionist job and was in need of some quick cash to pay off her college loan. She quickly cut out the ad from the paper and called the number.

“Hello, this is Biogenetics, Inc. How may I help you?” a receptionist said.

“Yes, I’m calling about the advertisement in today’s newspaper,” Tracy said.

“Would you like to volunteer?” the receptionist asked.

“Yes,” Tracy said. “If I would get $5,000 at the end of the month.”

“If you stay on the whole month, then yes, you will be paid the full amount,” the receptionist said. “You’ll have to stay here for observation, though.”

Tracy looked around at her messy apartment. “That will no problem,” she said.

“Great,” the receptionist said. “Come by here the first of the month and Dr. Cho will meet you there. He’s the head of the division that needs test subjects.” The first of the month was next week.

“I’ll be there.” Tracy hung up and smiled. One month and she could pay off all her debts forever (or until she needed money again). She just wondered what would be tested on her.

Week One, Day One

“Hello,” a man in a white coat extended his hand out to Tracy, “you must be our guinea pig.”

“Tracy Pearlman.” Tracy extended her hand and shook the man’s.

“Dr. Robert Cho,” the man said, “but you can call me Bobby. If you can come with me, we can just have you fill out some forms before we start the experimenting.” He said the last word with a mad scientist voice and Tracy smiled.

He led her to a room with a couch and gave her a pile of papers to fill out. “Sorry about all this, but it’s required.”

“That’s okay,” she said. She was starting to like Dr. Cho… Bobby. He was cute and a doctor, which was already two things better than then her last boyfriend.

Tracy started filling out the forms. They were mainly questions she expected, like if she has had any recent injuries or sicknesses. But there were some weird ones. One asked:

If you can change five parts of your body, what would they be and how would you change them?

She thought about that one for a while and eventually put down, in order: height, hips, lips, and breasts. Tracy was fairly average looking and she always envied the girls who could captivate men just by flashing some cleavage.

She finally finished the form and handed it to Dr. Cho… Bobby, who was waiting outside the room.

“Great,” he said. “Now we can get started. Did you bring you stuff for the stay?” Tracy held up her bag of items: just changes of clothes and a toothbrush. “Alright. Let me show you to you room.”

The room she was to stay in was far better than Tracy expected. It had not only a bed and refrigerator, but also a sofa and television. It also had several cameras attached to the ceiling. “I’m sorry there’s no computer, but the company’s really paranoid that you might try to send our secrets over the Internet.”

“What secrets would I see?” Tracy asked. “I mean, I’m going to be in here for an entire month, right?”

“Yep, but they’re the head honchos and I’m just a lowly doctor,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few hours with the actual thing we’re going to be testing.”

“Can you tell me what it is?”

“Ah,” Bobby said, “but that would ruin the surprise.”

He left the room and Tracy was unsurprised to hear the door lock. She plopped down on the coach and flipped on the television. At least she could take her mind off whatever she would be testing by watching some mindless show. She settled in to watch ‘Passions’ and waited.

A couple of hours later, she heard the door open again. She turned her head and saw that Bobby was back in the room and he was carrying a tray with a couple of plastic cups on it.

“What are those?”

“This,” Bobby said holding up a cup with a bright orange pill in it, “is what you will be testing out.”

“What does it do?”

“That would be telling,” Bobby said with a smile.

“Oh, come on,” Tracy pleaded. “Please?”

“Actually, the company has forbidden me to tell you what it’s supposed to do to avoid any placebo affect.”

“Really?”

“I told you they were paranoid.” He handed her the pill and a cup of water.

She swallowed the pill and it left a bitter aftertaste, so she went to the fridge and got a soda and gulped the whole thing down. “I hope they all don’t taste like that,” she said.

Week One, Day Three

It turned out that they all did taste like that. After having six pills (one in the morning and one in the evening), so was ready to end the experiment solely on the way her tongue felt. She had consumed four cans of soda and two bottles of beer (which was amazing since she rarely drank).

That night, however, she felt something weird. In bed, her feet now touched the wall, while normally they were a few inches away from it. She stood up, took a pencil, and marked her height on the wall. She didn’t have a tape measure, so she didn’t know exactly how high it was, but it definitely looked like she was several inches higher than she was when she started. ‘Neat,’ she thought. ‘I always wanted to be taller. Guess I can stand more of those pills if this is what they do.’

Week One, Day Four

Today, she eagerly swallowed the morning and evening pill and sat around watching TV and waiting to see how tall she would get.

When it was time to go to sleep, Tracy marked her height on the wall she had used yesterday and found that she had grown at least two inches. She was so excited that she could barely sleep and stayed awake most of the night imagining what it would be like taller.

Week One, Day Seven

Tracy didn’t mind the bitter aftertaste at all anymore; she was too excited by her growth. She had grown almost fourteen inches in height and was almost six feet. Now, when Bobby came in to give her the pills, she was eye level with him.

“I guess you’ve probably figured out what the pills are doing to you,” Bobby said. “What I want to know is do you like it?”

“Like it?” Tracy said. “I love it! All my life I wished I was taller and now that I am I wouldn’t go back for anything.”

Bobby smiled. “Good… that’s good. I’m glad you like it.”

Week Two, Day One

The next day, when Bobby came to give her the pill, it was no longer bright orange. It was a dark purple.

“Will this do something different?” Tracy asked.

“Yes,” Bobby said, “but I can’t tell you what.”

“I understand,” Tracy said. She swallowed the pill and was surprised that there was no bitter aftertaste. She silently thanked whoever had corrected that mistake and went back to the television.

Week Two, Day Four

Tracy was disappointed. So far, she couldn’t notice anything different about her even though she had taken a total of eight pills. As she was going to bed, however, she found that her pants wouldn’t come off as easily. She thought back to the list of four things she wanted to change about her body and quickly went to the wall to mark where her hips were now.

‘I’m going to have real hips,’ Tracy thought. ‘Real lips and real breasts.’ She could wait.

Week Two, Day Six

It was confirmed that the pills were affecting her hips now. She looked curvier than ever and she had to adjust the way she walked just to compensate for it. But she didn’t care. She thought it was this was the best thing in the world as she sat down on the sofa. She was getting her every wish come true and she was being paid for it.

Week Two, Day Seven

“I’m guessing you like this change, too?” Bobby asked.

Tracy smiled and felt her now round hips. “I love it,” she said. “And I can’t wait for the next pill.”

Bobby looked down and blushed. Tracy wondered if this was the first time she had ever made anybody blush before. She looked at his pants and knew that it was the first time she had ever made anyone have an erection before without taking off all her clothes.

Week Three, Day One

This time the pills were green. Tracy swallowed them enthusiastically, anticipating her new lips. She had always looked at Angelina Jolie and other actresses with envy, wanting get there full lips, but not having enough money (and being generally afraid of surgery) to get collagen injections.

Week Three, Day Three

By the end of the day, she could noticeably tell that her lips were larger and fuller. She licked them experimentally and smiled. Her face looked much sexier now and she wondered what it would look like at the end of the week.

She had figured out now that the pills worked at different speeds. The height one was fairly fast, but the hips one was slower. Now the lips one was fast again.

She smiled with her new lips as she went to sleep.

Week Three, Day Seven

Bobby now had an even more noticeable erection and Tracy knew just what was causing it. Her new lips were fantastic – they made her face a hundred times more sexier and she loved licking them and feeling their sensations.

“Um, how would you say this change has, um, affected you?” Bobby held the clipboard in a way to try and hide his erection, while still being able to write on, but he was failing miserably.

“Well,” Tracy said, “I enjoy eating much more now. I love biting into an apple and feeling the juices drip down on my lips.” The erection became more and more visible. Tracy decided to have some fun with him, so she licked her lips and said, “I sometimes like to imagine that I’m performing fellatio on someone and I imagine that it would be very enjoyable.”

That did it. Bobby looked up, his eyes as big as saucers, and said, “Um, thank you. That, that will be all, I think.”

“You’re welcome,” Tracy said and then she bit her lower lip in a seductive way. Bobby’s erection was straining his pants now and he quickly left. After he had gone, Tracy laughed a little bit. She had never had so much fun before in her life.

Week Four, Day One

Tracy had never been more nervous in her life. This was the last week and the last batch of pills. They had saved the most important for last: breasts. Tracy had wanted them ever since the ninth grade, when some seniors had taunted her because of her flat chest. She had become depressed when puberty hit and she only became an A-cup.

She swallowed the pill (which was now red) with a mixture of anxiety and glee. She felt her breasts nervously, even though she knew it wouldn’t work for a couple of days.

She sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, her mind elsewhere.

Week Four, Day Five

Her glee was completely gone and her anxiety was now in full swing. She was still an A-cup. Bobby had provided her with a tape measure and she had measured herself every day, sometimes two or things times a day. No change.

It had never taken this long. She wondered if perhaps this pill hadn’t worked. If something was wrong and these pills were duds.

She knew she shouldn’t be complaining. She had a figure like a goddess now: tall and curvy and full lips that could bring a man to cum just by sucking on a straw. But she wanted breasts. She felt that she needed breasts, especially for this body. It just didn’t look right, having only the bottom half of an hourglass figure.

She stayed awake that night and cried.

Week Four, Day Six

She had almost completely lost hope. “What’s the point,” she said to Bobby. “It doesn’t appear these pills have any affect.”

“Well, the experiment must go on.” Bobby had grown more confident with Tracy’s new appearance and hated to see her depressed. He touched her shoulder and said, “Hey, you never know, the pills might just work yet.”

“Sure, whatever,” Tracy said not really believing him.

That night, she lay in bed again and stared into the ceiling, ready to cry again. Tomorrow was her last day and then the experiment was over. She loved her new figure, but she wondered if perhaps if it was a bad idea to sign up. Her mind started to drift off into sleep, when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

She immediately got up and clutched her chest. The pain was lessened now and it turned into a tingling. Then she realized that she was clutching her breasts, which now felt bigger. She turned on the light and looked down and it was confirmed: her breasts were growing.

She got up and jumped up and down. She gazed at her new breasts and watched as they jumped forward in increments. When they grew to cantaloupe size, her shirt was so strained that she could see her nipples. She quickly removed her shirt with great difficulty and watched as her breasts grew more.

She had stopped wearing a bra when the week started, not wanting to be in any pain, so she didn’t have to unhook anything. She just watched as her breast flesh accumulated and her breasts grew bigger and bigger.

When they stopped, they were as big as medicine balls. She was amazed at how they hardly sagged and she judged their weight to be about eight pounds – each. She could hardly get into her shirt and when she did, the hem only cut up to the top of her abs. She could believe how they felt. She felt them all night.

Week Four, Day Seven

Bobby was amazed at her transformation. When her entered her room and looked at her, he didn’t say anything and just gaped.

“Do you like them?” Tracy asked.

Bobby was broken from his trance by the sound of her voice. “Um, yes, I, I mean… aren’t I supposed to be asking the questions?”

“Yes,” Tracy said, “but since today is going to be my last day here, I thought we might be able to do something different.” She approached him seductively.

“Um,” Bobby had lost all his confidence and was back to a stuttering wreck. “I…”

“Bobby,” Tracy said, now only inches away from him, “are you married?”

“No,” he finally got out.

“Good,” Tracy said, “I was just checking before I did this.” Then she jumped forward and caught Bobby’s lips in her voluptuous ones. They held liplock together for a few breathless seconds and then separated. But Tracy attacked him again, kissing him furiously and ripping off his shirt.

They finally fell on the bed. By that time, both Bobby and Tracy had removed their shirts and her breasts were hanging pendulously. Bobby attacked them and started sucking like crazy on her nipples. Tracy almost came there. As he was sucking, she was trying desperately to pull off his pants. He finally came up for air and said, “They’re still watching.”

Tracy looked up to the cameras and said, “I don’t care.” She then proceeded to rip off Bobby’s pants, breaking the fly. She pulled off his boxers and stared hungrily at his dick. “I want you inside me,” she whispered into his ear. She pulled down her own pants and panties and her pussy was fully exposed.

Even though she had a body equipped for sex, Tracy was still inexperienced. She had sex about two times and neither had been very good for her. But Bobby was more knowledgeable and he guided her through, thrusting in her and both of them achieving orgasm at the same time.

Afterwards, they lay spent on the bed, gently spooning. “I forgot,” Bobby said, “I have your check for $5,000 in my pocket.”

Tracy just smiled.

Tracy and Bobby continued dating after the experiment was complete and eventually she moved in with him. He has quit his job at Biogenetics, Inc. after a few months when footage of them having sex had gotten out into the Internet. But, before he left, he had taken some of the red pills with him. After all, she might want to get bigger…