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“So, let’s give your body a break from this birth control for a week or two, and then we can try something new.  Remember, it’s not uncommon for issues like this to occur when on medicine like this,” spoke an aged, feminine voice.

Belle shifted her gaze toward her doctor and let out a sigh of relief.  “Thank you for your help.  I will schedule a follow-up appointment soon!”  She said her goodbyes to Dr. Singh and took her leave.  She was told that hormonal issues and strange behavior weren’t out of the ordinary when it came to birth control.  Trying out a few different types until you found the best one for your body was a natural part of being female.

“I don’t know what I got myself so worked up over.  I’m such a dumbass,” muttered Belle as she got into her car.  After buckling herself in, she reclined in the seat and pulled out her phone.  She wasn’t looking forward to the thirty-minute drive and decided to browse the internet for ten minutes first.  The brunette read through her Twitter feed and noted what to re-tweet later.  She found gratification in planning out her character in advance.  Mapping out which quirky tweets to post when; which ‘candid’ photos to post to Instagram at the right time, etc.  “Hmmm…  Last week I slanted more toward sex appeal.  It’s been a while since I tried being altruistic,” the woman whispered.  She considered doing one of those recordings where you give a homeless guy a gift card and some food and talk about how important it is to help those in need.

Belle put her key in the ignition and sped off, still deeply lost in thought.  Hiking with Bret is tomorrow.  I should get ready for that.  The woman grumbled, contemplating what to wear and what to bring.  Small, painful throbbing in her tits and pussy caused the young woman to wince, cursing how frustrating female anatomy and birth control could be.  Before long, her mind drifted toward more sultry musings.  Bret might get excited if I wear something sexy underneath while hiking.  Bret’s toned body materialized Belle’s brain as she visualized each well-sculpted muscle of his masculine form.  As she fell deeper into her fantasy, she imagined his strong hands ripping her top off and pinning her to the ground.  She felt the warm grass tickle her naked body as the sounds of mooing sounded in the distance.  Bret grabbed each of Belle’s swollen tits within this dream world, massaging and pumping each massive mammary.  Belle’s pussy throbbed in response, dripping sticky lubricant into her panties. It didn’t occur to Belle that having fantasies of being milked in a field while driving a vehicle might be considered abnormal.

BEEEEEEEP!!

A car horn blared as Belle snapped back to reality.  While hazily driving home on a back road, she shifted into oncoming traffic.  Belle screamed, snapping back to reality as she swerved and went off the road to avoid an awful collision.  Thankfully it was just dirt and grass; Belle hit the brakes and managed to stop the vehicle after treading up dirt and debris with her tires.

“You FUCKING BITCH!  What the hell is wrong with you!?”  A masculine, baritone voice yelled.  A massively muscular bald man got out of his pickup truck and started walking toward the now terrified young woman.

Belle stared at the man while trembling and hyperventilating behind the wheel.  A pang of fear mixed with arousal washed over her.  His hands look strong; I bet they would feel…  Her mind began to wander once again as her nipples hardened and throbbed against her bra.  As the man got closer while yelling obscenities, she snapped back to reality and put her foot on the gas.  Thankfully she wasn’t stuck; Belle sped off back onto the road going a solid eighty-five miles per hour while the angry male yelled in the distance.  She had no intention of allowing him to chase her down in his shitty ass truck.

“What-- the fuck…  Fuck this birth control man, god damn.”  Belle growled in frustration as she reached into her purse and fidgeted with her pill bottle.  Getting it open while driving, the brunette popped a xanax into her mouth.  Technically these weren’t her prescription but something as minor as the law wouldn’t stand between Belle and a magic pill that killed her anxiety whenever needed.

Belle drove straight home, making the executive decision to prepare for the hike at the last minute in the morning instead of the night before like a responsible adult.    “Eh.  I always get ready pretty fast in the morning,” the woman reasoned to herself.

Upon returning home, the brunette noted both roommates were missing before quickly discarding the thought.  After entering her bedroom and locking the door, Belle stripped herself.  She let out a sigh of relief as her bra and panties peeled away and dropped to the floor; laying around naked in the peace of her room was one of Belle’s most precious times of the day.  The young woman flopped into bed with her phone, browsing and scheming once more.  “What’s the best way to seem like I care about people and shit?”  Belle asked herself with a sigh.

A few minutes of scrolling later, the brunette looked over at Cowtina.  I still have to do more with her.  Belle smirked, recalling how she jacked the dumb statue from that asshole at the market. All of these thoughts provided a welcome distraction for the young woman; the more she contemplated the artistic merits of Cowtina or how to get more clicks, the less she ruminated on how bizarre this last week was.

Food-- let’s do that.  Belle stood, pulling on a tee-shirt and pajama shorts as she embarked on a journey to the kitchen.  After reaching her destination, she opened the fridge and reviewed her opticians.  That ground beef looked relatively fresh; perhaps cheeseburger mac was in her immediate future.

She reached out to grab the ground beef when something caught her eye; Sophia’s unopened bag of salad greens.  A faint, earthy aroma wafted through the fridge and assaulted the young woman’s sinuses.  You know.  If I plan on getting famous, I should probably worry about my figure.  Who knows when my metabolism will die.

Belle grabbed the bag and set it on the counter before grabbing a bowl and dumping some of the mix into it. She stared down at the leafage with a frown.  “Some ranch might help,” stated the woman before returning to the fridge to grab the bottle.  She held it in her hand, staring down at the creamy bottle.  The ranch would make it better, right?  Belle made her way back to the counter with some hesitation before taking the cap off the dressing.  She grimaced, holding the bottle over the salad bowl as a slow trickle of thick, creamy goo trickled out.  The closer the ooze came to tainting her lunch, the more anxious Belle grew; she couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was very off.  Before it was too late, the young woman turned the bottle upright and pulled it to her nose for a sniff.

“Ick!”  Belle scrunched her nose, shaking her head as she promptly screwed the lid back on and deposited the ranch back in the fridge.  It hadn’t gone past the sell-by date, but she refused to take any chances; her busy schedule had no room for violent food poisoning.  Whatever, I’m not even that hungry.  She shrugged, grabbing her meal as she walked back to her room.  Rather than lay in bed, she kicked her clothes off once more and plopped down at her computer desk while putting the bowl next to her.

She began to construct a new Tweet and continue work on her career.  While Belle figured out which hashtags to use, she absentmindedly reached over to grab some leaves from her bowl.  As soon as the lettuce and carrot pieces hit her tongue, her heart rate picked up.  A wave of endorphins bubbled up within the core of her body and spread out in every direction.  Damn, this is great.  Where does Sophia find these hipster whole food stores?  Belle started to lose focus, musing how delicious and crisp these fresh veggies were drowning out more rational thoughts about manipulating homeless people for clicks.  She increased her pace, shoving large handfuls of plant matter into her mouth while her eyes closed halfway.  A dazed look spread across Belle’s face as her chewing fell into a rhythmic cycle of circular, slack-jawed mouth movements.  Concerns over the last week’s craziness and growing her brand melted away into a pleasant, fuzzy warmth.  For just this moment, eating was the only thing in the world that mattered.

After an undetermined amount of time, Belle reached her hand into the bowl and groped around fruitlessly.  The young woman turned her eyes toward the empty food vessel with a grunt of frustration.  She then stood up and immediately left her bedroom, not bothering to put any clothes back on.  Despite her breasts feeling swollen and tender, Belle had far more pressing matters to concern herself with.  Most importantly, shoving more food into her mouth as quickly as possible.

The naked, well-toned woman prayed the refrigerator open and pulled out the bag.  Great!  I’ll just put some in the bowl and go back to my room.  It seemed simple enough, right?  Belle turned her head and looked at the hallway door.  Her bedroom was a good fifteen or twenty-second walk; she didn’t have confidence that she could wait so long for a meal.  Without any further considerations, the brunette re-opened the bag and started eating lettuce and vegetables like potato chips.  Once more, Belle fell into a trance-like state while endorphins and good feelings permeated every cell of her body.  A slight nagging in the back of her head suggested this might be odd behavior, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment.

Belle vaguely recalled a strange farm and a white cow.  She felt as though some critical event transpired but couldn’t grasp the fine details through the mental fog.  In response to this new thought train, the woman’s engorged tits writhed and spasmed, eliciting a small moan from the swollen woman.  Slick fluids coated the young woman’s vulva as she recalled her fantasy of Bret from earlier.  The next time they had sex, Belle felt determined to get some S-tier titty foreplay.

Belle slipped a trembling hand up to her chest, cupping one of her tits as a lewd squeal flowed from her lips.  Brushing against her hardened nipple sent shivers of anticipation and sexual need through the woman’s sweat-dampened body.  Eating salad mix in the kitchen while naked and caressing herself wasn’t part of her usual Thursday.

Click!

The sounds of the front door opening creaked through the apartment.  “Hey, I’m home!”  Sophia’s voice called out from the front room.

Belle snapped back to reality and panicked.  What the FUCK am I doing??  She held the bag and sprinted to her bedroom before Sophia ventured too far inside and entered her line of sight.  Thankfully, the horrified brunette made it back to her sanctuary just in time, locking herself in.

“What-- what the fuck…”  She looked stupidly at the bag clenched in her quivering hand.  Belle dropped it in her trashcan and then threw some papers on top of it to hide the evidence just in case. Still shaken, she shuffled back to her back and fell onto her side before curling up with her blankets.  Was this just the birth control again?  Her doctor did say that erratic behavior and strange eating habits were normal.  However, the extent to which Belle lost control over herself concerned the brunette.  With a grunt, she grabbed her phone and set a reminder to call her Psychiatrist.  Life grew more stressful and hard to manage with Belle's growing internet presence.  Was her apparent psychotic break due to the birth control alone?  Or maybe a combination of that and the stress?

Knock knock!

“Hey, Belle!  Are you home?”  Sophia’s voice chimed from behind the door.

Completely lost in her world, Belle let out a yelp and jumped up in her bed.  That scared the ever-living shit out of her.  She then closed her eyes and started to regulate her breathing, doing everything in her power to calm down.  I need to chill.

“Belle?”  The voice called out once more.

“Oh-- yeah!  Hey, I am not feeling that great and am half asleep.  I’m also naked, so please don’t come in.  But, since you knocked and didn’t open my door, I’m guessing you weren’t planning to do that,” responded Belle.

“Don’t worry, I’m not Daniela,” laughed the smaller female.  “Were you in the kitchen recently?  I was going to make some lunch and couldn't find my salad mix.”

Belle broke out into a cold sweat as she combed her mind for a viable excuse, feeling grateful for her superb ability to lie.  “Good luck!  I saw Daniela going through the fridge earlier while high on something.  She made an entire Thanksgiving dinner spread disappear last time, remember?”

“Oh, damn!”  Sophia huffed from the hallway.  “I guess I’m never seeing that again.  I’m gonna make some minestrone, do you want some?”

“No thanks!”  Belle paused after saying that.  That was the Italian soup with all the vegetables?  “Actually-- if you save me a bowl, I guess I can try it.”  It wouldn't kill her to try, right?  Some of this weird organic crap has tasted pretty good recently, not that she would ever say that out loud.

“Yeah, sure!  Let me know if you need anything or me to get you some medicine for the pharmacy.  I’m happy to help if you’re not feeling well.” responded Sophia warmly before saying bye and taking her leave.

Belle thanked Sophia and then sprawled out on her back, letting the cool air caress her naked, feminine form as she finally started to relax.  Every day she went without that old, nasty birth control would improve her strange behavior.  Or, at least that's what she hoped for.  Dwelling on matters outside of her power wouldn’t help; Belle resolved to identify and fix these behaviors as they happened.  This odd week would be nothing more than a minor hiccup that had no lasting impact on her life if everything went well.

More importantly, the hike was tomorrow.  A cute smile spread across her face as she thought about how amazing it would be to spend the day with her lovely mate.  Finding gorgeous vistas and cuddling with Bret after a long day of hiking seemed like an incredible way to make up for this awful, annoying week.  In her exhaustion, Belle’s eyes dropped halfway, and she let out a yawn.

Maybe a nap will be okay.  This week has been ass.

Belle let out a content sigh and pulled a sheet over herself.  Before long, the woman fell into a deep slumber.   Too tired to think straight, she failed to notice the milky beads of fluid leaking from her nipples and saturating her sheets.

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