Mysterious Ailment (Patreon)

"Oh God... They're starting to grow againi!"

"Tell it to me straight doc... What's my condition?" Chrys asks, sitting on the creaking table.

"I'm sorry, but tests show you're completely normal." The man says, holding Chrys' chart. "Even with you hooked up to the machine during your short growth spurts, nothing shows any abnormalities."

"That's impossible! For the last few weeks, my body has been growing at an unbelievable rate!" Chrys replies nervously. "There has to be a cause of sorts!"

"My theory is that you're undergoing what could be a 2nd puberty cycle of sorts." He says, looking at his data further. "I mean, you started taking those supplements last month to help with your depression, yes? And as a result, it caused an unforeseen side effect where you're body is undergoing a rapid puberty to where your body is overproducing Estrogen. And as you know, that hormone is controls fat distribution to various parts of the human body."

"That still makes no senses! I mean, I was a GUY last month! Now look at me!" Chrys says, looking down at the mass of flesh around him. "I'm a chick for God's sake! This isn't a normal thing!"

Chrys' body shift slightly, the table creaks under the pressure. He looks down as his chest suddenly grows once more, stretching the fabric across his large chest. Then, the growth ceases once more.

"See? The growth spurts are happening more frequently too! What am I to do if this keeps happening?" Chrys asks, staring at the doctor. "I can barely fit into any of my clothes. Next it'll be doorways and even my own car!"

Chrys sweats profusely, struggling to keep himself calm and collected. The doctor notices Chrys' heart rate increase as he tries to figure out the source of his condition. Then, without a second to spare, Chrys' body once again starts growing. However, this time, the growth is much more than all previous instances.

The table finally cracks, causing Chrys to fall to the floor, the room shaking violently. Chrys blushes as he watches his chest grow even larger than before, slowly losing view of the doctor from below. His legs grow thicker and more toned. His chest pressing outwards as his nipples swell within, protruding from within the fabric. As his shirt presses outwards, his shirt moves up his body, exposing his belly and voluptuous hips. His head hits the ceiling, causing Chrys to fall to his knees. His body still growing larger more and more, with the doctor backing away from him little by little. Then, the doctor gets his idea. He waves his hand at the large genderbent figure above and shouts out to him loudly.

"I FIGURUED IT OUT!" The man yells up at Chrys. "It's stress! Stress is inducing high levels Estrogen production. And when you feel threatened, whether it be physical danger or stress, your body protects itself."

"S-So... you're saying stressing about my condition is making it worse?" Chrys asks, struggling to calm down the bigger he grows.

"YES! Your body is reacting to your stress levels, causing you to grow. The only reason it wasn't detectable was because you had subtle moments of stress throughout the last few weeks, causing small growth spurts." The man continues. "And with the news that I couldn't figure out your condition, your heart rate increased as your stress levels skyrocketed, which caused this massive spurt!"

Chrys finds a sense of relief. His heart rate drops and his stress levels lower to a neutral state. As he calms down, his growth ceases just in time. His head inches from the ceiling, he leans forward to the floor to come eye-to-eye with his doctor.

"So how do I reverse this?" Chrys asks from above.

"You still have those pills?" The man asks.

Chrys nods, pointing to his bag. "I still take them daily."

The man grabs the bottle, only to find that the anti-depressants he's been taking aren't actually what they say they were.

"You've been taking Testostrogen." The man says, holding up the bottle. "These were banned in 30 different countries due to the inhumane experiments and hormones mixed in with these drugs. Wouldn't be surprised this is what's causing your hormonal imbalance and rapid growth spurts."

"I... didn't know that was what they were. I just got it from a friend of mine when I couldn't afford the proper medication." Chrys says, blushing slightly. "So if I stop taking those pills, I should revert back to my usual self, yes?"

"High possibility that will happen." The man says, placing the bottle into his pocket. "Let's give yourself a week and see if you make any progress!"

The man hands Chrys a card.

"I recommend going to this bath house to de-tox and relieve your stress. You should hopefully see yourself lose the weight and eventually return to normal." The man says, smiling. "Now let's get you packed up and out of here..."

"Easier said than done..." Chrys says, crawling through the room. "Um... I'm not liable for damages to the infrastructure, right?"

The man turns around, observing Chrys giant booty in his face. His body too large to fit between the narrow doorway.

"Let... me get you a counter-drug that may help reduce your size temporarily. I don't need someone of your size to destroy my office after all..." The man says, grabbing a syringe full of liquid...