Side Effects (Closed for MidnightWalk)

[KinkySubGirl]

Ashley finished blowing her hair dry, frustrated again by her inability to get it to do what it was supposed to do. Swearing under her breath, she pulled the mess of brown hair back into a ponytail instead; that would at least keep it out of her way when she was out running her errands.

She went downstairs and packed up her purse, sliding in a book, her journal, and a few pens of different colors. She should probably be studying for exams today, but she needed to let her brain take a day off if she didn't want to burn out in her first semester of college.

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Before spending the afternoon relaxing at a coffee shop, though, she needed to swing by the biology department for the study she had signed up for. Apparently, one of the scientists had designed a pill that would give her more energy, make her complexion better, and make it easier to lose weight. She was pretty skeptical about it, but figured it was worth giving it a shot. After all, she would get paid for it, too...Getting paid for absolutely nothing was a pretty good deal!

Ashley parked her Honda and walked up to the Bio building, looking for room 122. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a loose white top that revealed the strap of her tan bra, and a pair of black mary janes. The air conditioner in the building was so cold that she kind of wished she had brought a sweater along.

Finally, she found the door and tapped on the glass window. She stood, a little impatiently, waiting for the scientist while checking Facebook on her telephone. She really just wanted to get this over with....It wasn't likely to work, anyway.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Dr. Abrams testily prodded at his computer. Five years of work on this project. Five years and nothing concrete to show. No, just that the FDA wouldn't authorize human testing on it, and the university was starting to lose faith. And when universities lost faith, they "lost" grant money. And lost grant money would put the kibosh on the project. And when that happened, any chance of selling it to a major pharmaceuticals company went down the drain. He didn't know what was worse, the loss of the massive revenue he envisioned, or the loss of public acclaim given to the creator of something truly revolutionary. He'd been forced to work the trials under the guise of a student study. And now that student was late. Only 90 seconds, but still....!

Just then, a tap on the glass of the door distracted him. He waved the young woman on the other side into the room, but she was engrossed in her cell phone. So typical of today's youth. He took a deep breath, calming himself. Nothing to upset the subject. They were hard enough to come by already.

Dr. Abrams rose, and walked to the door, brushing back his brown, lightly graying hair, and straightening his lab coat. Never helps to look like a mad scientist. He opened the door. "Ashley? Please come in. I'm Dr. Abrams." He ushered her into the small lab. "I'm happy to meet you. I've been reviewing the medical records you forwarded over to me, like I asked, and I have to say, you seem like a prime subject for this study."

In fact, she seemed a bit thin for a study involving weight loss, but since that wasn't exactly what the medication would do, that wasn't an issue. It should make her more alert and clean up anyone's complexion, but it had other...tailored...cellular manipulations. Beneficent, to be sure.

"Please, come in and have a seat."

 

[KinkySubGirl]

The door opened, and Ashley finished typing in a comment on her best friend's status update, then hit "Send." Then, she looked up and saw the scientist.

Well, he certainly LOOKED like a scientist, with the lab coat and everything. He also seemed a little intense, like he took this science stuff very seriously, and might not get out of the lab too much. Of course, a lot of people struck Ashley as too serious...she was used to teachers referring to her as a "slacker."

"Ashley? Please come in. I'm Dr. Abrams." He ushered her into the small lab. "I'm happy to meet you. I've been reviewing the medical records you forwarded over to me, like I asked, and I have to say, you seem like a prime subject for this study. Please, come in and have a seat.""

"Okay, cool," Ashley said, looking around. It looked like a legit setup, with no massive disorganization that might make her worry about the scientist being a nutcase. She didn't see any weird surgical instruments, either, which was good, because she was hoping this would be quick and non-invasive. She really needed some coffee.

Ashley sat down across from Dr. Abram's desk and leaned forward, sitting her bag on the floor, her top hanging open and revealing her lacy bra completely. Sitting back up, unaware of the view Dr. Abrams just received, she spilled out questions at a quick rate.

"So, do you need to know anything else about me, or am I cleared to start taking the pill thingy? Also, can I drink while I'm on this? Because it might be a problem if I can't. And how much do I get for doing this experiment? And, like, are there any side effects I should know about?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

Dr. Abrams watched as the young woman breezed into the room and made herself comfortable. She settled in as if she owned the place. His attention was arrested by the look down her blouse, firm breasts in the lacy bra. And then she started with the stream-of-consciousness chatter. That took his mind off of her breasts. He looked at her face, watching her go on.

"Whoa." He raised a hand to stop her. "It seems like there's some misunderstanding. First, there is no pill 'thingy'. It's a trio of injections. Fortunately for you, they can all be administered at the same time. Second, there is to be no alcohol. Total abstention. Not one drop. I shouldn't think that would be such a strain for one weekend." Though he could see from her face that it would be.

"Your recompense is $200 and work-study credits for a science class to be added to your transcript. I would think that would make up for one alcohol free weekend, wouldn't you? After all, it's what you signed up for. Didn't you read the contract?" Offering that as a rhetorical question, Dr. Abrams continued.

"As for side effects...there shouldn't be many. You may experience an increase in your appetite and thirst. I've noticed that subjects tend to eat and drink more. That's natural and you should go with it. Don't starve yourself, or it'll compromise the experiment. Other than that...." He waved a hand airly. "There shouldn't be much else, but that's part of what we're here to discover. I'll need you to take this journal," he slid it across the desk, "and keep track of your temperature and anything you notice about your body."

He dusted his hands together. "All that leaves are the shots. You can choose where, but I'm pretty sure it will leave more of a prolonged ache in your arm...less so in your buttocks. But your choice." He watched her expectantly.

 

[KinkySubGirl]

Ashley rolled her eyes as she heard the scientist say she had to abstain from alcohol for the whole weekend. What the hell was she supposed to do at the party on Friday? This was going to be a lame weekend.

When the doctor asked her whether she had read the contract, she mumbled, "No." Who reads those things, after all?

Ashley heard him talk about her wanting to eat more after getting the shots, which didn't make a whole lot of sense. "So, are you saying if I feel hungry, I should eat?" She reflected the question sounded a little stupider out loud than it had in her head, but she really, really didn't want to start getting chubby. "Are you sure this thing won't make me fat?"

He dusted his hands together. "All that leaves are the shots. You can choose where, but I'm pretty sure it will leave more of a prolonged ache in your arm...less so in your buttocks. But your choice." He watched her expectantly.

Ashley raised an eyebrow. "How much of an ache in my arm? Oh, screw it, go ahead and put it in my 'buttocks.'" She said buttocks in a way that made it clear there were air quotes around it. Ashley stood up and said, "How far do I need to pull my pants down? Do you want me to bend over here, at the table?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Well, if you're ready, here would be fine." Dr. Abrams nodded, pulling open the drawer of his desk and pulling out a packet of prepared syringes. This was a very unusual young woman, though beggars couldn't be choosers. "And you may take your pants down as far as you are comfortable. I can work with a small area, but the the wider I spread the injections, the more comfortable you will be."

He stood and made his way around the desk, addressing her other concerns. "This treatment will not make you fat at all. The added caloric intake would be merely to start and accelerate the process by which your body will cleanse itself, as it were." Hopefully. According to the models, at least. "It will need the extra energy to jumpstart your metabolism and push your immune system into clearing up your skin and working on other minor ailments. Nothing to worry about. No weight gain at all is projected. And in fact, you should feel more energetic within a very short time of receiving the injections."

Dr. Abrams moved behind her, gesturing for her to bend over the desk, as she indicated. "Ready when you are."

 

[KinkySubGirl]

Ashley didn't want to be in pain every time she sat down, so she slid her shorts down far enough to reveal nearly her whole backside to the scientist. She was relieved she had decided to wear a thong today, since otherwise she would probably need to take her panties down, too. At least this way, things wouldn't get too awkward.

As the doctor described how the shots would give her better metabolism, clear up her skin, and boost her immune system, she was relieved. Maybe it would be worth a weekend with no booze after all. Extra energy would be nice!

She leaned forward on the desk, arching her back slightly to raise her ass higher, preparing to feel a few "pinches."

"I'm ready," she said, looking down at the desk, nervously awaiting the scientist's pricks.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Very good," Dr. Abrams nodded. He watched the young woman push her shorts down, exposing her round buttocks and the thin strip of fabric of a thong disappearing between her cheeks. Reaching around Ashley, he laid the packet on the desk next to her, opening it to reveal three syringes, whose barrels were quite full of fluids, alcohol swaps and bandaids. "You just relax."

Tearing open one of the alcohol swabs, Dr. Abrams wiped it liberally across Ashley's buttocks, making sure the entire work space was clear, as it were. As the cold alcohol evaporated, he took up the first syringe. "Just relax, take your mind off of things, Ashley." He slowly inserted the needle into her left buttock. Once it was seated properly, he pressed the plunger, injecting the serum into her body. As he withdrew the needle, he used the alcohol swab to dab up the spot of blood.

He admired the curve of her bottom as he repeated the process twice more. Afterwards, he studied the bare flesh. No blood seemed to be flowing from the punctures. "I don't think you'll need bandaids on your buttocks. Might even prove a bit uncomfortable, sitting."

He moved around her, gathering up the spent materials. "There we go, all finished. You can pull your pants up now." Smiling, he placed a business card on top of the journal he had given her. "I'll expect to see you Monday afternoon, to find out how things are going, but this card has my number on it. If you have any symptoms out of the ordinary, or if you have any concerns this weekend, you give me a call. No issue is too small. You're very important to this experiment and I don't want you feeling like you can't contact me. All right? Do you have any other questions?" He stood there, watching her expectantly.

 

[KinkySubGirl]

Ashley felt the pinch of each needle, biting her lip. It was a bit more painful than the flu vaccines she was experienced with, but she didn't want the doctor to think she was a frail little girl or something. So, she tried not to even move as the needles entered her.

"I don't think you'll need bandaids on your buttocks. Might even prove a bit uncomfortable, sitting."

Ashley pulled her pants back up and looked back at him, annoyed. "I thought you said the "buttocks" would be more comfortable? You should have told me if it would be painful to sit down."

Ashley was annoyed at the doctor, and listened as he handed her his business card, then tucked it into her handbag. "Sure, I will call if anything weird starts happening. I don't think I have any other questions for now, other than when I will get paid for my part in the experiment?"

After hearing the doctor's response, Ashley left, glad to be on her way to the coffeeshop finally.

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It was definitely not her imagination, and she knew it for sure when she tried putting on her bra on Saturday. Her boobs were bigger. They were being squished together by her bra, enough so that she would probably need to go bra shopping. What a pain in the ass!

Speaking of pains in the ass, she wondered if there was any way this could be related to those injections. After all, she was 19. . . shouldn't her breast size stay about the same at this point?

She walked into the bathroom and weighed herself. She had gained 6 pounds, but her waist was just as toned as usual, perhaps a little more. Well, was all her weight going straight to her tits?

Now that she was in front of the mirror, though, it looked like her ass might be a little rounder as well. Her skin had definitely started clearing up--and she'd had a terrific amount of energy--but a larger bust was not something the doctor had mentioned.

Or was it? Maybe she was just forgetting. Did he say anything about her boobs? Well, the only way to know for sure was to call him. Ashley plucked the card from her handbag and called the number.

"Hi, Doc. I am standing in front of my mirror, and it really looks like my...um.... breasts have gotten larger. My buttocks might also be a little bigger. Does that sound....uhhh....normal?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

As Ashley pulled up her pants, Dr. Abrams tried to explain that bandaids pulling on her skin was the discomfort he meant, but she didn't really seem interested. He shrugged. She didn't have to be top of her class to be a valuable subject. "As for payment, I can disburse half of it when you return on Monday. After that, it will be another couple of weeks. So we can be sure...well, to put it bluntly, to be sure that you keep up with your reports on your health and well-being."

He watched her sashay out of the office, shaking his head again. He could only hope she'd do the reporting that he required for the experiment's validity.

When his phone rang unexpectedly Saturday morning, he grabbed his tablet, opening Ashley's file. "Hello? Yes, hello Ashley. What? Slow down, please. You say you're seeing bodily changes? What do you mean by larger? Are you sure this isn't some sort of change connected to menstruation? That can happen. Have you taken your temperature? How do you feel? Any pain, dizziness, fever, chills, anything?" He made notes, startled and pleased that the experiment seemed to be working so quickly and with such dramatically noticeable results that she'd see them the next day.

 

[KinkySubGirl]

Ashley squeezed her breast, verifying that it didn't feel as small as usual. They were still every bit as perky, but were definitely bigger. "I don't think it has anything to do with menstruation...I'm not on my period. No, I haven't taken my temperature. I feel great, honestly, and my skin already has started clearing up. I have more energy than I do after drinking Red Bull. No chills. I will send you a picture when we get off this call so you can see what I mean."

She turned sideways, looking at her figure, which was much curvier than usual. And it was definitely true: her abs were more defined than yesterday, looking slightly athletic instead of just skinny. If it was the injection, it definitely seemed to be working!

"Do you want me to take my temperature?" she said, sitting on the toilet and crossing her bare legs. "Anything else I should try?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

Dr. Abrams mentally kicked himself. "Yes, photographing any changes would be helpful. I would recommend you take a photo every time you take your temperature, so every two hours. That way we can track changes and determine if they're abnormal or an expected part of the treatment. And please, take your temperature while you are on the phone with me. It may help me learn if something is wrong."

He shook his head. At least she wasn't panicking. Flighty as she was, she was holding it together. Many other women would be freaking to find their body undergoing changes they didn't expect. Dr. Abrams was encouraged by her report. These changes were what he expected, though he hadn't mentioned them to Ashley. Now he needed to track how fast the changes occurred and how far they went. Fortunately the complexion clearing and energy increase served to cover the other changes.

"Do you feel any different at all? Anything else that you've noticed?"

 

[KinkySubGirl]

"No, those are the only changes I have noticed so far," Ashley said. "I sure hope there aren't any negative side effects. Okay, I'm going to check my temperature...hold on."

Ashley sat down on the closed toilet, thermometer in her mouth, and waited for a couple of minutes. She took it out, checking the temperature.

"98.8. Is that normal?" she said. It sounded pretty normal, but she wasn't totally sure...and anyway, he was a doctor, so he would be able to tell her.

After hanging up the phone, she turned sideways in front of the mirror, wearing only her bra and panties. She snapped a quick selfie, then sent it to the doctor, hoping everything was alright.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Yes, 98.8 is in the normal range for human beings, Ashley," Dr. Abrams replied. "You're perfectly fine on that level. Overall it just sounds like a bit of weight gain. It doesn't sound like it is necessarily negative or harmful. I don't anticipate any other side effects occurring, but you have my number. I do want you to keep me apprised of any other changes or feelings or reactions you might have, no matter what. And I expect to see you Monday afternoon, regardless of whether or not you have any additional reactions, do you understand?"

After hanging up, Dr. Abrams moved to make notes on the project, recording Ashley's statements, when her selfie came through. He examined it closely. Of course, it was an odd angle for scientific purposes, like all selfies, but it did substantiate her statement. He mentally kicked himself again for not getting 'before' pictures of the young woman. The sheer fact that he had a research subject had short circuited some of his planning. He transferred the photo to his tablet and enlarged it. Ashley's buttocks did seem more rounded than previously, and one couldn't deny that her breasts seemed to be spilling out of her bra. He smiled as he added the photo and his notes to the project folder. Everything seemed to be going just fine. She was already showing signs of the voluptuousness the drugs should be creating. Only time would tell if there were additional changes to her body and if her personality underwent its projected adjustment.