Health pill - Part 1-5 (Patreon)

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— Dr. Levitt, are you messing with me?! — Garrett Wilson's voice boomed through the library, though he was clearly trying to hold himself together. He had to leave an important meeting—one where multimillion-dollar deals were on the line—simply because his body suddenly started acting… strange. At first, it was just a light tingling in his chest, something he tried to ignore. But soon the sensation became unbearable. Something was definitely wrong.

Garrett had slipped away from the conference room, leaving behind the delegates still deep in their discussions and slightly puzzled by his abrupt exit. He moved to the far corner of the library, hoping no one would overhear his conversation with the doctor. Yet, even in this secluded corner, he felt prying eyes on him, like needles pressing into his back.

— Garrett, let’s keep calm here, — Levitt said, his tone intentionally casual, as if this were just an ordinary call. — Just explain again, slowly. What exactly is happening?

Garrett gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.

— Calmly? Levitt, my body is changing right before my eyes! — his voice cracked, though he struggled to keep it down. — I feel my chest… Damn it, it's growing! Swelling, almost!

The doctor hesitated for a moment, as though he was about to answer, but Garrett cut him off, the urgency in his voice clear. He needed to get back to the meeting before they started making decisions without him—an oversight that could lead to disaster.

— Levitt, hurry the hell up! I took your “health pill” this morning, Levitt, because today was critical! — Garrett was almost growling, holding the phone as though it were an enemy he wanted to crush. His hand was shaking, but not from fear—this was pure, unrestrained fury. — I should be at that meeting, signing contracts, closing deals! And instead, I'm hiding out in a library because my… my chest, oh God! — His last words came out as almost a shriek, a sound that horrified even himself. He could hear his own voice, now high and melodic, like that of an upset woman, and a fresh wave of panic and anger swept over him—it was only getting worse.

His chest was indeed growing, and now there was no way to hide it. His expensive, perfectly fitted sweater—his pride and mark of status—now felt foreign and ridiculous. It hung loosely off his narrowed shoulders, making his silhouette strangely fragile, while his now-enlarged chest stood out, unmistakably visible beneath the thin fabric. Garrett felt as if his body was refusing to obey him, as though it was living its own life. And when he glanced at a young man passing by—a tall, athletic guy with an open yet slightly puzzled expression—he felt something completely foreign: a light, warm tingling in his chest, and his nipples stiffened painfully against the fabric.

The man’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, as if unsure what he was seeing—a woman with masculine features, or a man with an oddly rounded figure. That curious, slightly bewildered look pierced Garrett, sending his heart racing. He turned away abruptly, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his back. "What the hell… Why am I even reacting like this to…?" raced through his mind as he clenched his jaw, barely containing an inner tremor.

— Garrett, listen to me, — Levitt’s voice grew more insistent on the line, sounding increasingly nervous. — The “health pill” is a great supplement; I take it myself from time to time. Do you think I…

— Think? — Garrett cut him off with a voice unexpectedly high-pitched, almost a squeak, and this undid him completely. Garrett tried to clear his throat, to force out his usual gruff tone, but something had shifted in his voice as if the usual bass and power had deserted him. He sounded more like a young woman trying to take charge than the seasoned millionaire who dominated every negotiation.

Garrett practically choked on his own words as he felt his expensive shirt stretch uncomfortably tight over his chest once again. With a trembling hand, he felt the soft contour expanding beneath the fabric. His skin was unbelievably sensitive, each touch sending a light, unsettling tingle through him.

— Are you kidding me, Levitt? — he managed to say again, feeling his voice not only quieter but tinged with a husky, almost seductive rasp on the lower notes. He instinctively looked around and caught himself staring at the men in the corridor. It was unbearable. — Damn it, this is all because of your pill! What the hell did you give me?!

— Levitt hesitated, coughed, and then tried to regain his composure. His voice wavered, with a nervous laugh slipping through at the end.

— Garrett, I think… something’s gone wrong. Can you describe what you're feeling right now?

— Feeling? — Garrett fumed. — I've got… Levitt, I’ve got a goddamn boobs! It’s growing right now! And… — he swallowed, feeling his voice rise, becoming softer, like it didn’t even belong to him. — I… I think I’m shrinking!

Levitt turned pale, his eyes darting to his desk. His usually tidy row of medication samples stood there, but now he noticed an empty spot among them. The pill in the green vial labeled “ETH-11” was missing. Instantly, he recalled the recent experimental trials. ETH-11 had been developed for accelerated hormonal stimulation in women—it was intended to rapidly enhance chest size and change body shape by intensively targeting estrogen receptors. The pill was designed to simulate the effects of hormone therapy in a compressed timeframe and was strictly prohibited for men, even in trials.

A cold sweat broke out on Levitt's forehead. He opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him.

— Levitt, damn it, why are you silent?! — Garrett practically screeched, and the melodic, almost feminine pitch only intensified the overwhelming panic he was feeling—an emotion he’d never experienced before with his iron will. His voice grew higher and softer with each word, sounding more like an angry girl than a tough businessman. Garrett suddenly found his gaze, almost involuntarily, lingering on the men passing by. Tall, self-assured, some with a hint of stubble or in sharp suits—their presence now felt oddly tangible, strangely captivating.

He swallowed, feeling his tits tighten painfully under his shirt. This time, he couldn’t ignore the tingling or the weight. His body was reacting in ways he couldn’t control—as if new sensations he’d never experienced before were beginning to consume his mind. Each time he glanced at one of the men, a wave of heat seemed to ripple through him, causing his boobs to swell, his nipples to harden, and his heart to race faster.

— Garrett? — Levitt’s unsteady voice sounded on the other end. But Garrett barely heard him.

"I have to hide… Damn it, I need to be alone!" he thought desperately, realizing he couldn’t bear it if even one more person noticed him like this. The men around him, once merely colleagues or passing strangers, now sparked in him both embarrassment and a strange thrill that was unbearable.

Almost out of his mind, Garrett bolted towards the men’s restroom, glancing nervously around as he went. People were already throwing him odd looks; a few cast curious glances his way, but Garrett was too engrossed in his own internal turmoil to care about their reactions.

With each step, he could feel his tits jiggling under his shirt, his now-rounded form pressing awkwardly against the fabric as if it didn’t belong to him. His hips were broadening with each passing second. He walked quickly, stumbling slightly on his now-narrower legs and pants that sagged on him like a schoolboy trying on adult clothes, feeling his new boobs bouncing with every step, barely contained by his clothes.

His hair, now noticeably longer, tickled his neck as he moved. Garrett burst into the men’s restroom, slamming the door shut behind him and taking a heavy, shuddering breath. He approached the mirror, though at first, he didn’t dare lift his eyes. But the stillness around him forced him to face reality, and he slowly, with a trembling hand, brushed aside a stray lock that had fallen over his face.

He looked up. In the mirror, he saw a face that was both familiar and foreign. It resembled his old face but was softer, thinner, with slightly more rounded features and a certain delicate, almost alluring femininity that left him feeling stunned. High cheekbones, smoother lips, a narrower chin—this was his face, but as though it had gone through some strange, unsettling transformation, making it… feminine.

Garrett froze, clutching his boobs, which now hung heavily and tingled sharply with every brush against the thin fabric. This wasn’t just fear or surprise—it was a profound sense of confusion, as his body no longer obeyed his will, reacting in ways he wasn’t used to. His hands, clasped around his own tits, were trembling, and he could feel this new, unfamiliar softness—at once alien and now inseparably part of him.

 Levitt… — Garrett almost purred, not recognizing the soft, slightly husky yet alluring voice that escaped his lips. It was as if someone else had spoken that name, infusing it with an inflection he would never have allowed before. His own words seemed to reverberate oddly in his chest, triggering a sharp sensation inside him, making him want to either grab his head or hide away from everything.

A shiver ran down his skin—not from fear, but from something strange and disturbingly pleasant, as though this body had discovered new ways to feel, ways he didn’t know how to control. He quickly pulled his hands away from his tits, barely holding back the strange warmth building inside, and tried to take a deep breath to regain some scrap of his former composure. But his body, responding to every movement, only intensified the sense that something irreversible was happening to him.

— Levitt, do you have any idea how awful this is? — he almost moaned, unable to keep himself together, his voice sounding more like a complaint than a demand. — You can’t even imagine what I’m feeling right now.

— Garrett, describe everything, — Levitt’s voice sounded muffled, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to hear.

Garrett took a shuddering breath, battling the heat spreading through his body. It was hard to accept that his own body was turning into something so foreign, yet it refused to stop… drawing his attention. He ran a hand over his chest, trying to calm himself down, but the strange, soft, tingling sensitivity only grew stronger.

— Levitt, are you seriously asking me to describe all this? — Garrett struggled to keep his tone firm, though it came off more like a wounded reproach than a threat. — I… — Suddenly, a sharp wave of panic cut through him as a realization hit, unveiling a new reality he didn’t even want to consider. He froze for a moment, then, forgetting everything else, almost instinctively slipped a hand down into his pants, only to find there a soft, smooth, shockingly sensitive feminine cleft. The moment he touched it, his body reacted instantly, and the response was so intense, so strange, that Garrett let out a faint moan.

His breathing faltered, a wave of warmth surging through him so powerfully and unexpectedly that he barely managed to hold himself together. He yanked his hand back, seized by panic and confusion, and gripped the edge of the sink, fighting against sensations that felt completely alien, yet terrifyingly real. His body was responding in ways he’d never anticipated and, perhaps, never wanted to know. His heart pounded wildly, and his breath came in heavy, ragged gasps.

Garrett stood by the mirror, leaning over the sink, trying to steady his breathing. He struggled to focus, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his chest, the way his swollen nipples pressed against his shirt, sending fresh waves of strange, tingling sensations. His mind desperately tried to latch onto his thoughts, to regain control, as Levitt, realizing his mistake, tried to explain:

— Garrett, listen closely! — the doctor continued. — The effect is temporary. I repeat: temporary. With women, it usually lasts only a few hours… You just need to hide somewhere and wait it out. Garrett? Do you hear me? Just hold on and, whatever you do, don’t…

But Garrett barely heard him. All of Levitt’s advice drowned in the deep, pulsing sensations radiating from his own body. His thoughts were racing, mixed with sharp flashes of these new feelings. “Get a grip, damn it, Wilson!” he repeated to himself, focusing on his breathing, on the cool edge of the sink under his palms, on the need to detach himself, even for a moment, from the pain, the heat, the relentless warmth inside him.

And for a moment, he almost succeeded. The tingling on his skin seemed to subside, he almost managed to ignore the prickling in his boobs, despite the way his shirt still clung to every inch of his sensitive skin. He even managed to take a deep breath, barely holding back the fierce urge to tear off his shirt and free himself from this clingy feeling that grew more unbearable with each movement.

But then the bathroom door creaked open, and someone stepped inside—tall, authoritative, dressed in a suit. Garrett felt his whole body tense up, though he hadn’t yet turned to see who it was. The newcomer paused, casting a quick glance at the woman by the mirror. But as soon as their eyes met, Garrett recognized his enemy—Michael Reeves, one of his longtime competitors. The one who had spent years trying to steal contracts, undercut deals, and relish every one of Garrett’s failures.

— Reeves raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze sweeping over the stranger’s figure, lingering on her big tits, barely contained beneath the loose shirt, and on her rounded hips that were starting to fill out the slackened trousers. Garrett felt stripped bare under that look, and a spark of heat flared inside him. He flushed, feeling his body betray him with a strange tremor.

— Excuse me, — Reeves smirked slightly, his gaze mocking and appraising. — This… seems to be the men’s restroom. — He took a few steps closer, looking at her with a curious expression, as though she were some kind of anomaly, maybe even a prank. — You know, it’s not every day you see a woman in… a place like this, — he chuckled, his eyes grazing over her tits, nipples clearly visible through the stretched fabric. — And certainly not in this state.

Garrett tensed, feeling the heat return to his cheeks and chest, clenching his teeth as his heart raced uncontrollably. Breathing became hard, his cursed body reacting to Michael’s voice, his nipples so stiff it felt as if they could slice through the fabric. “Keep calm!” he commanded himself inwardly.