Bimboost (chapter 1)

*Ding-Dong*

Eve felt a little foolish when the package arrived at her door. It has been an impulse purchase in a moment of weakness and dysphoria. It happened about a week ago, when she had been feeling particularly self-conscious about her barely-there A-cups, when Eve came across a website talking about some breast enhancement pills. According to the posts online, a bunch of women had some amazing results from a supplement called Bimboost. Some of the girls had even posted their before and after photos and, if the pictures were real, then she needed to try this for herself! 

But now that they were here… well, she felt kind of silly. She put the box on her table and opened it up. The supplement came in a gaudy hot pink bottle and the font was written in gold glitter. 

“Oh, Eve…” she groaned to herself, “this might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever bought. There’s no way this stuff is gonna work.” 

She opened up the bottle and took one of the pink capsules in her hand. It looked more like a piece of candy than a health supplement, and she was 99% certain that it would taste like bubblegum or cotton candy if she bit into it. She put it back into the bottle and read the label. There seemed to be nothing in terms of medicinal information on it. Instead, the label made generic claims about “boosting your bod in all the right places” and immeasurable claims of “experiencing growth up to 20x bigger” in lieu of any actual science. Still, Eve couldn’t bring herself to admit defeat so easily. And, even if she knew these things were almost certainly a scam that weren’t going to do anything, she couldn’t help but think of the before-and-after pictures on their site. They were probably photoshopped, if they were even real at all… but still… if the pills could maybe give her even just a little boost, it wouldn’t be a total waste! She decided that she’d just take one before bed and hope for the best. 

This whole situation just wasn’t like her. Eve Morgan was normally a pretty smart girl. She graduated with honours in Business. She had a nice little job as a consultant at a big marketing firm. It was the kind of job that sounded a lot more accomplished than it felt most of the time. Her friends would tease that she lived some kind of romanticized ‘Mad Men’ life, but the truth was that her days usually consisted of sending emails, answering phones, and getting coffee for her boss. It was the kind of job that paid well enough to afford a nice apartment just outside the city, but not quite well enough for her to live that big city life she dreamed of. Eve normally lived a life that was boring… but not in a bad way. She was just very practical.

Wanting to do anything but think about this right now, Eve retreated to her favourite guilty pleasure: reality television. She still had a few more episodes of Paradise Resort, a show that shoves a bunch of bikini-clad hotties into a super fancy beach house for the purposes of seeing which participants bang and who maybe actually falls in love. And frankly, whether or not Rebecca was going to forgive Lucas for what he did with Samantha at the slumber party needed to be way more important than anything else Eve was possibly thinking about right now. Unfortunately for her, she only made it halfway through the episode before accepting that not even this could shut her brain up. She decided that she was tired of feeling stupid about this; she was just going to take one and move on with her night.

Eve grabbed the bottle and opened it back up, taking out one pink pill and swallowing it. “There,” she thought, “now I can relax.”

She was about to start the second episode when it hit her. It started as a gentle blast of warmth throughout her body. Her hips squirming a little, letting the warm feeling wash over them. Feeling that heat linger a little. Feeling the sensations intensify. A wave of pleasure rolled over her and, before she knew it, Eve’s hands were beginning to explore her body. Her hands ran along her chest, and down her toned tummy. Her fingertips leaving a trail of fireworks along her skin. She bit down gently on her lip as she slid her hands across her thighs, spreading her legs and teasing herself through her clothes. 

“Where is this coming from?” she wondered in her mind, but it’s not like she was complaining. Eve’s mind felt fuzzy and soft, warm and pink. She giggled; she really did feel kind of pink. So warm and sexy and yummy. She squeezed her hand between her thighs, her hips undulating with an ever-increasing need. She was so horny that all she could think about was ripping her clothes off and getting lost in the pleasure. She rubbed herself over her pants, soft moans escaping her lips as she teased her sex. Her mind felt like it was swimming in a sea of pink. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this; so needy and desperate and full of desire. Eve slipped her hand under her panties, letting the pleasure guide her. Her pussy was already so wet and eager to play, and Eve was happy to let it take charge. She teased her lips before sliding a finger and started fucking herself. Her body crackled with sexual energy, she bucked and writhed as she played with herself. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her. Wave after wave of pure, unfiltered ecstasy crashed into her. Her brain felt like it was shutting down as the pleasure overwhelmed her. And then, Eve orgasmed. Again. And again. Each new one overlapping with the last, over and over until she simply couldn’t take anymore and her world went black.

When she woke up the next morning, she was greeted by the “Are you still watching?” message on her screen. She rubbed her eyes and stretched and only then it donned on her that she was still half naked on her couch. And had apparently slept there the whole night…. 

As the events of last night played back in her mind, Eve decided she needed a shower to wash the embarrassment away. When she hopped to feet, however, she noticed an unfamiliar bounce in her bra. 

“No way…” Eve thought to herself, and rushed to the bathroom to find a mirror.