Connor took the bottle upstairs to his room. He had to prepare: he couldn’t just take the pills and expect nothing to happen. He put on a pair of baggy black sweatpants to both conceal his front side (for now) and also to give it enough space. He didn’t know how potent this was. He also put on some boxers for even more room.
”Conner! You’re going to miss the bus!” It was his mom, yelling at him from downstairs. Taking the pills would have to wait, so Conner grabbed the container and rushed down the stairs. He managed to barely make the bus.
When he arrived at school, he didn’t have the time or the privacy to use the bathroom. Sitting down in first period English, Conner waited for a few minutes after the bell rang to ask to go to the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there.
Conner pulled out the pill bottle from his bag with a bottle of water he has brought. Looking at himself in the mirror, he waved goodbye to the sad, skinny body he had at the moment. Things were about to change, for the better. He opened the container and shook 4 pills out of it, swallowed them, and chased them with water. Looking at himself in the mirror, he waited for something to happen. He held out his arms, spread his legs to see if something was happening. He should be feeling something.
However, nothing seemed to happen. He waited for a few extra minutes, but still nothing happened. Focusing on the front of his body, he barely felt his boxers bunching up in his backside. He absentmindedly reached back, fixed it, and walked out the door to go back to class.
On the way, he noticed something strange. As he walked, the boxers kept bunching up in the same place, and he would have to fix it again and again. Finally, as he reached back after getting annoyed, his whole body swayed. Conner almost fell down, and it took him a few seconds to regain his balance. Confused on what just happened, Conner walked into his classroom, boxers still bunched up.
Closing the door, Conner felt all the eyes of the students in the class gazing on him. However, he felt like they weren’t just looking at his eyes or face. Conner took a seat at his desk, which felt completely different from when he got up. It was like the desk had gotten smaller.
During the duration of his class, Conner continued looking down at himself to see if anything was happening. He didn’t see anything happening, but it felt like with each passing minute, the desk was only getting smaller. He didn’t want to get up because he had already asked to leave class once before. So he decided he’d tough it out.
Soon, the bell rang and all the students began to collect their items to go to their next classes. As everyone got up, they paid little attention to Conner. He was the nerd, after all. Connor put his things in his bag beside him and got up from his desk.
Except he didn’t.
Conner started to panic as he found that he couldn’t get himself up from his desk. He felt extremely smooshed and struggled immensely to release himself.
He tried pushing himself up from his feet: fail. He tried wriggling around, hoping he’d slip free: fail. He tried twisting himself side to side: fail.
Losing hope, Conner tried his final option. He wedged his hand between the seat and his skin, and magically, after some trial and error, Conner popped out of his seat. The force was so astronomical that Conner almost flew face first into the desk in front of him. Trying to stand up straight, he lost his balance again, but this time falling backward. Something has changed about his weight and stature, he just didn’t know what.
Taking his first steps proved that something was wrong. Every step took more effort than it should, and could feel his backside tightening and moving up and down. Conner realized with horror what was happening.
Conner waddled to the window to see his worst nightmare come true in the reflection. The chair wasn’t getting smaller: his ass was getting bigger. It looked severely unnatural: two basketballs glued onto the frame of a skinny boy. No wonder he kept losing his balance, they took up so much body weight. He put his hand on them, making sure they were real. They definitely were; he squeezed them hard to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. It was almost the consistency of a pillow.
How the hell did this happen? He knew that answer quickly. The pills. They were supposed to make him more muscular and stuff! Not give him a bigger butt! He put his head in his hands. What was he going to do? Luckily they weren’t too tight under his sweatpants and boxers, and the black color of his sweatpants would maybe hide something, but that wasn’t a guarantee. They added one or two inches to each side of his front profile. He also didn’t know if the growing had stopped.
Conner waddled to the doorway of the classroom, looking out into the hallway. Each step brought him mental anguish as he felt the inflated cheeks moving and chafing behind him, his boxers yet again bunching up. If they grew too big, he wouldn’t be able to reach behind and fix them.
There was a sea of students out there. How was he to walk through that? Someone would surely see him.
What will Conner do?
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