“Now that’s more like it!” Grant groaned as his chest swelled and jiggled at an alarming rate. Both the potion’s label and the apothecary he got it from had strict instructions to wear gloves and to use only a few drops of the stuff and dilute with water, before applying it. First off: who the hell has gloves in the house? Most of the time, you can just use your bare hands and be fine. Secondly, only a “few drops” clearly wasn’t cutting it. It had been almost a half an hour, and Grant remained woefully flat. He only had the weekend to enjoy himself, and time was wasting, so he impatiently decided to splash the potion directly from the bottle onto his upper body. And he was happy to do it, given how fast the changes began. It was a little more painful than he expected- the skin on his chest were stretched taut and his sensitive nipples chafed against his shirt- but who could complain with such results? That wasn’t all: his hands were noticeably more slender from the potion’s exposure, while some of the liquid must’ve run down his stomach, as his entire torso was now cutting a slight hourglass shape. Again, unexpected, but hardly an inconvenience. It’s not like he’d be focusing on any thing except the giant tits swinging from his chest, anyway.
 
Unbeknownst to Grant, the label’s instructions weren’t just for show. If he thought his new boobs were big at the moment, he’d be in for a surprise upon waking the next day to find they had doubled in size! He HAD planned to spend the day in bed playing with his tits, so this new development didn’t have him worried, even if they were so heavy he was feeling the back pain when he stood up. It took for Monday to roll around for Grant to finally worry. There wasn’t any more breast growth that he could see, thank god, but they hadn’t gone away like they were supposed to, either. The elixir was only supposed to be temporary, lasting a couple days at most, in which he’d be inside the whole time, so he didn’t bother buying any clothes that fit his generous curves, much less a bra (if there was even one big enough to order on such short notice.) The only clothes that had a prayer of supporting his swollen melons was an ex’s old tank top, meaning he was forced to go into work squeezed into his usual men’s dress shirt. It did nothing to hide his new additions, almost emphasizing his impressive bust and stiffened nipples, especially when one of the buttons, being asked too much of it, finally gave, shooting out and hitting a customer in the face. Thankfully the man wasn’t too upset, in fact seeming happier as he leered at Grant’s heaving wardrobe malfunction. Grant would have to get used to dealing with all the unwanted attention until all of the potion (eventually) filtered out of his system. He just hoped that it wouldn’t spread to the rest of his body in the meanwhile...