by Sculpted » Wed Jun 09, 2021 3:10 am
It's mystery reveal day!
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The day had finally come for Katy to find out if all of her suffering for the last month had been worth it. She got up early with Mike, starting his day with rare morning sex. That was only a nice byproduct of her real intention though, to see her loving boyfriend out the door, though they both knew it was to see who picked him up. Mike wasn’t dumb and called an Uber, to Katy’s pleasure. She took her morning pill and completed her new home gym regimen, intent on adding sets or weight wherever possible.
Pleased with her revived morning routine, Katy showered, finding it difficult to manage with the medical boot, but keeping steady on the wall as it remained outside the curtain. Her first sober trip in public since her vacation ordeal began, she spent more time than usual getting her hair and makeup absolutely perfect, though the constant distraction of her breasts in the mirror cost her quite a bit of time. Seeing her girls fill their cups gave her the confidence to overcome her nerves about the doctor visit.
Finding a sexy outfit to match her glamourized face was a struggle. Nearly every top that Katy owned was designed, often custom, to cling to her every curve, which unfortunately now included the curve of her belly. After half an hour, her bed was filled with discarded outfits as she rummaged for something to hide the quivering mass on her waist. Finally, with a sigh, she once again found herself in a plain white t-shirt that hung just loosely enough over her breasts to mask her new gut. Intent on at least feeling sexy from the waist down, she matched the t-shirt with black yoga pants, though even they were difficult to pull over her medical device, leaving a small tear near her calf.
Sporting not quite the superstar look she had hoped for, Katy felt confident enough to head to the rougher side of town to see her doctor. The drive wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined, the boot barely getting in the way of her brake pedal. Thank God for automatics, she thought. Crutches under arm, she limped past the jingle of the door bell and announced herself.
“Ah, Katherine.” Dr. Verkleinern said from the back before appearing. “Oh, my.” His eyes immediately followed Katy’s new crutches down to her foot. “I suppose we have some things to discuss.” The doctor said, lacking his typical cheer. “Come on back, Katherine.”
Katy obeyed, the clatter of her crutches loud against the hollow office backdrop. Dr. Verkleinern instructed her to take a seat, to her relief.
“Did we have a tumble?” He asked nicely.
“Yeah, my heel got caught between some logs in Tahiti. It’s alright, they said I won’t need surgery, should be back on my feet in a month or two.” Katy was anxious to learn about her life-threatening disease, annoyed at the small talk delaying her exam.
“Well, I suppose that’s good.” Dr. Verkleinern seemed more distracted than usual. “Please, Katherine, remove your top. Just like last time.” Katy complied. She was again placed through a series of arm movements as the doctor examined her breasts and took notes. “Good, good.” He stood back, taking in the rest of her torso, rolls of her belly spilling out over her tight pants. “It looks as though you’ve put on a bit of weight?” It was a rhetorical, leading question.
“Yeah…” Katy blushed. She’d hoped the doctor wouldn’t mention the matter. “I went on vacation, that’s where I broke my ankle. I suppose I over-indulged. I…” Katy had spent the morning trying to decide whether to be honest about her medical mishap with the doctor, for fear of being removed from the trial. “I have to tell you something, Dr. Verkleinern. I was out of the country for two weeks and… well, I forgot my medication. I started taking it again as soon as I got back!” Katy waved her hands, trying to defend her carelessness. Dr. Verkleinern shook his head.
“That’s not good, Miss Gibson.” The doctor’s tone resembled that of when he first informed her of her diagnosis.
“You’re not going to take me out of the trial are you? I swear, it won’t happen again!” Katy pleaded, fearing the consequences of seeing a more traditional specialist.
“Hopefully that won’t be necessary. We’ll have to see. You remember our friend here?” His smile returned to his face as he motioned to the mammogram machine. Katy knew the device would be used again, but still grimaced at the memory of it’s cold, painful squeeze. She took the silent order and rose again to her feet, placing her breasts over its cool surface. The good doctor didn’t have to make adjustments this time, Katy supposed he had it set to her previous visit’s height. “Alright, hold still.” He said, as the ceiling of the device once again painfully smashed her breasts into pancakes and hummed. Katy held her eyes tight until it was over and she was once again allowed to redress and return to her seat. “I’ll be back in just a few.” Dr. Verkleinern smiled.
Katy distracted herself on her phone while she waited. She found herself checking both Mike and Beth’s Instagrams, just to make sure they weren’t still acting like best friends. Neither page had posted today, thankfully. The doctor eventually returned, placing two more scans of her breasts against the backlit wall and presenting them to Katy.
“Well, Katherine, I have good news and bad news.” Dr. Verkleinern started. “The good news, as you can see here, is that we’ve made progress.” He pointed to the scan on the left, then the right. “This is your scan from your first visit. As you can see here, the cancer tissue, that’s the white part as you’ll recall, has shrunk a bit here on the right.” Katy was elated. The treatment working was a good sign she could continue. “Now, the bad news.” The doctor once again referred to the right scan. “You haven’t made as much progress as would be expected. I can only presume that this is due to your two week lapse in treatment. I cannot stress enough, Katherine, how important it is to be strict about your medicine.”
Katy nodded fiercely. “I know, doctor! I’m so sorry. I swear, I swear it won’t happen again!” Her hands were clutched together as though begging a king for his mercy.
“I hope that’s the case. As I was saying.” Dr. Verkleinern produced two bottles of the little blue pills from his coat pocket. “I’m going to up your dosage. I fear the effects to your endocrine system’s resistance to the drug from your lapse in treatment. Hopefully this will get you back on track over the course of the next month.” Katy nodded, happy to do whatever the doctor said. “Now, with your recent injury, I suppose we should discuss the side effects of the treatment. Given the experimental nature of the drug, I’ve been recommended to only discuss them on a patient’s request, or in just such an occasion.”
Katy was befuddled. She wondered what a cancer drug could have to do with her being a ditz in heels. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“Well, Katherine, in layman terms this is a form of a SERM, with a number of changes to increase it’s effectiveness.” Dr. Verkleinern began explaining. Katy had no idea what a SERM was, but given that this was the doctor’s layman explanation, she was too embarrassed to ask. Dropping out of highschool in favor of glamour made this a not uncommon experience that she had learned to live with. The doctor continued. “Now, Katherine, I want to stress to you that you may not experience all of these side effects, and I assure you, with confidence, that they are all temporary and will end after you’ve hopefully reached remission. Do you understand?”
Katy slowly nodded. The doctor’s sincere tone unnerved her.
“Alright, I don’t want you stopping treatment because of what I’m about to say. Remember, it’s all temporary, just a few months. Potential side effects include decreased bone density, which likely contributed to your injury there. Also, changes to your sex drive, weight fluxuations and changes to your weight distribution, mood swings, changes in energy, and a possible reduction in breast size.” Katy started to interrupt, but Dr. Verkleinern put out his hand to stop her. “Typically only up to about 20%. Again, Katherine, I want to stress the word temporary.”
Katy sat back in shock. She had already broken her ankle, couldn’t get her hands off of her boyfriend or herself in his absence, had put on weight, couldn’t stand still, and would like to believe that her emotional instability was related to the effects of the drug rather than innate craziness. “So… so it wasn’t all the extra time in the gym that made them shrink?” A dejected Katy stared at the floor, talking to herself.
“I’m afraid not.” Dr. Verkleinern answered anyway. “I don’t recommend any changes to your diet or exercise until your treatment is complete. I understand that the idea of losing aspects of your femininity can be difficult, Katherine, but this is your life on the line. You’ll have to endure.” He placed a reassuring hand on Katy’s slumped shoulder. “Two a day for the next month, we’ll schedule your next appointment exactly one month out.”
Katy sighed. She had a lot of work to do to prepare. Stuffing the pills in her purse, she took her crutches in hand and rose, scheduling her next appointment and weakly thanking the doctor before heading out the door.