Reallocation [Breast Expansion]

      Annise used to be quite chubby. Her hard work in college came at cost to her once-lithe figure, and a year out she's ready to make that change- given her new income. Of course she knew where to go, everyone who's anyone has heard of Bury's Beautification 'Clinic', it had a reputation for being the cutting edge of science unbound by silly things like 'oversight' or 'ethics'- a new lawsuit nearly every week, yet they all seemed to mysteriously disappear...
     Annise was greeted with a frazzled looking woman, electric grey hair in all directions except for where gravity dictates it ought be. This must be the mad doctor herself- digging through mountains of paperwork and graphs, none of them satisfactory. Annise barely took a breath to explain her plight before the ruffled doctor gave her a quick once over, and a bottle of pills. No payment, no questions, just a strong aura of 'fly away little pest, before I really give you something to be bothered about.' 
    Skeptical, Annise gave her bottle an experimental shake. It looked like a standard orange pill-bottle, except having had the original instructions ripped off and replaced with a paper label with 'Calorie Reallocator 20mg x 4' scrawled in sharpie. It wasn't reassuring, but Annise had been psyching herself up all week for this, there was no turning back now. All or nothing, she downed the bottle, threw it away and strode away in confidence.
    Maybe the placebo effect, but the thrill of partaking in one of Bury's fabled experiments was enough to charge her very being, all the stories about homely women turned into veritable sex-goddesses, so alluring as to turn an unprepared onlooker literally mad with desire. She felt an extra pep in her step, a newfound vigor making her feel extra tall, on top of the world!
    Happily bouncing down to her flat she grew increasingly uncomfortable with her clothes. They were always tight, having never really bought a new wardrobe for her plump self, but now they were binding in different ways. Adjusting her now tight waistband and digging groin she saw something marvelous. In just a block of walking, it looked like she had lost 10 lbs! Not lost, but reassigned, since her breasts had swollen from flabby B's to very healthy D's. It was happening! The pills worked! She stifled an excited yip and hurried as best she could back to her flat to explore her new body...
     Something didn't seem right, before she seemed taller, but now she actually felt taller. She had never been more than a simple 5'5 before, but now she was comfortably above eye level with each passerby. Her shoes strained, jeans involuntarily straining to kapris, her baggy hipster chemise shrinking into something more appropriate over her very inappropriately sized assets. Are her breasts still growing? Her bra straps were starting to dig into her shoulders, her pants were seriously bothering her and her shoes looked like they're putting through a factory strain test.      Annise looked back up to notice she was actually quite large, at least a head above everyone else, and they were starting to stare. Hurriedly bumping through oblivious city-goers with her new mass, she knew she had to get to her flat before her clothes failed her, or even worse, before she outgrows the doorway...

[Always take random pills crazy scientists give you, it's always for the best]