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Jessica's apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting long shadows across the room. Olivia sat on the edge of the couch, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Jessica prepare the syringe. The vial of the experimental drug sat ominously on the coffee table, its contents clear and unassuming despite the profound changes it promised.

"Are you ready?" Jessica asked, her voice calm, but Olivia knew it wasn't really a question.

Olivia nodded, her throat tight with fear and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered.

Jessica approached her, the syringe in hand. "I have no idea how this works," she explained. "Good luck, pet." Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and control, the power she held over Olivia's fate palpable.

Olivia took a deep breath, bracing herself.

Jessica swabbed a spot on her arm with alcohol and then gently inserted the needle.

Olivia felt a brief sting, then a wave of drowsiness washing over her.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, but the drug's effects were swift and overpowering. Within moments, she was asleep.

When Olivia woke up, she was in Jessica's guest room, the morning light streaming through the curtains. She felt disoriented, her body heavy and unfamiliar. Her breast forms had been taken off, as had her makeup, and Jessica was sitting beside her, a notebook in hand, her eyes scanning Olivia's face with keen interest.

"Good morning, Olivia," Jessica said, her voice almost gentle. "How do you feel?"

Olivia blinked, trying to gather her thoughts. "Different," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Jessica smiled, her excitement barely contained. "Let's see how the first dose affected you." She guided Olivia to a mirror, and Olivia gasped at her reflection. Her skin looked smoother, her features softer. There was a subtle shift in her body, a hint of the changes to come.

"I'm excited to see what this does to you tomorrow," Jessica said. "I already notice the changes, oh my god, this is crazy fast."

They did it again the next night, and the following morning Olivia woke to find Jessica already in the room, observing her intently. "Look at you," Jessica murmured, her eyes alight with satisfaction. "Your waist is more defined, your skin even softer. This is a miracle drug."

Each day brought new and startling changes to Olivia's body. By the third day, Olivia's hips had begun to widen noticeably, giving her a more pronounced hourglass figure.

Her waist, now more cinched than before, emphasized the curves that were forming.

Jessica's hands traced these new lines with a possessive pride, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Each touch from Jessica, whether a light brush or a deliberate squeeze, sent shivers down Olivia's spine, a mix of pain and pleasure that reinforced her submission.

By the fifth day, Olivia's breasts had started to swell significantly. The skin stretched to accommodate the new tissue, making her nipples more sensitive and pronounced.

As the week progressed, Olivia's facial features softened further. Her cheekbones became more prominent, her jawline more delicate. Her lips seemed fuller, more inviting. Her hair, now longer and silkier, framed her face in a new way. As the days passed, Olivia began to notice subtle changes in her most intimate areas. The experimental drug worked its transformative magic quietly but powerfully. Her genitalia began to shrink and reshape, the skin softening and the contours changing. Olivia could feel a tingling sensation, a mix of discomfort and curiosity, as her body continued to evolve.

By the tenth day, Olivia's body was nearly unrecognizable. Her skin was impossibly smooth and soft, her curves pronounced and undeniably feminine. Her legs were shapely and toned, her arms slender and graceful. Even her voice had changed, taking on a softer, more melodic tone. Jessica watched these changes with an almost obsessive delight, her hands constantly exploring the new contours of Olivia's body.

By the end of the second week, the transformation was nearly complete--even Olivia's former male genitalia had been replaced entirely. And her breasts had grown substantially, their weight a constant reminder of the changes wrought by the drug, even bigger than the breast forms she'd worn.

The skin stretched taut over the new tissue, making her nipples more prominent and sensitive than she ever thought possible.

Every brush of fabric against them sent shivers down her spine, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that was entirely foreign and intensely personal.

Jessica took great delight in exploring Olivia's new sensitivity. She would often run her fingers lightly over Olivia's breasts, her touch deliberately teasing and punishing.

"These are exquisite," she would murmur, her voice thick with satisfaction.

"So soft, so perfect. And all mine." Jessica's hands would linger on Olivia's nipples, her fingers circling and pinching them just enough to make Olivia gasp.

The sensation was overwhelming, heaven and hell synthesized.

The increased sensitivity of Olivia's nipples became a focal point of Jessica's domination.

She would frequently use it to her advantage, making Olivia wear tight or textured fabrics that heightened the sensation with every movement.

Olivia found herself acutely aware of her chest at all times, their presence inescapable and constant.

Jessica would sometimes surprise her with a sudden tweak or caress, sending jolts of pleasure through her body and watching with satisfaction as Olivia struggled to maintain her composure.

At night, when Olivia lay in bed, the sensitivity of her chest would keep her awake, every shift and movement reminding her of Jessica's influence. She would often touch her own breasts, exploring the new contours and marveling at the changes. The sensation of her own hands on her nipples was almost too much to bear, a constant cycle of arousal and submission, arousal and submission, over and over, unending.

Every glance in the mirror, every touch from Jessica, reinforced the reality that Olivia's body and identity were no longer her own. They belonged to Jessica, molded and controlled by her will, a living testament to the power Jessica wielded over her.