Write a detailed continuation of this story (Nora sees the impressive list of side effects – drowsiness, increased fatigue, dizziness, constipation, dyspepsia, increased appetite, weight gain, brachycardia, increased risk of cardiovascular disease and diabetes, hyperprolactinemia, skin rash, dry skin, hyperpigmentation, itching, she doesn't even know some of the words – and convinces a weakly protesting Grace to stop taking the pills; besides, she points out that the results are already astounding and that further breast growth will push her breast size into the realm of absurdity; Grace's breasts have grown huge and beautiful, and Nora admits that they look amazing):

"Grace sat at the small kitchen table of her apartment, wolfing down takeout food like a starving woman. Her head-sized breasts rested on the table in a once-loose tee shirt, and her lips were covered in wing sauce. Two clamshells of wings sat in front of her, with a third to the side holding nothing but a small mountain of bones.

The apartment door slammed shut, and Grace’s girlfriend Nora stormed into the kitchen. She was carrying two plastic bags containing even more styrofoam clamshells.

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” Nora demanded.

“–Mmpf– Oh hey, babe. Is that my Chinese?”

“I ran into the DoorDash guy on my way in.” Nora dropped the bags on the table, making a few empty bags of chips slide to the floor.

“Grace…”

“What?”

“I asked you a question.”

Grace swallowed her bite, depositing the small bones on the pile.

“Sorry babe, what did you say?”

Nora growled, “I said, what the hell?”

“What the hell what?”

“What the hell is going on?? You’ve spent double our monthly food budget on takeout in the past two weeks!”

“Sorry baby, I’ve just been so hungry…”

Nora pinched her nose and took a deep, calming breath. In the ensuing silence, she stared down at Grace's tight, overworked tee shirt, stretched mercilessly across her generous assets.

Grace looked down at her chest, as did Nora. At that moment, the tee shirt gave in and with a quiet sound, came apart at the seam.

“Grace! What the actual fuck!?”

“It’s my um… late growth spurt…” Grace said lamely.

“Growth spurt my ass! Look, you know I love your body. I loved it when we first met and you were a C-cup—”

“I thought you liked my boobs!?” Grace interrupted.

Nora sighed, “Yes. Far be it from me to complain that you’ve gotten bigger lately. But this isn’t normal!”

“Some women keep growing into their twenties, Nora. It does happen…”

“Okay, sure! But I can literally see you growing bigger as we speak! That doesn’t

Grace decided it was time to come clean.

“Alright, you’re right. I didn’t want to tell you because I knew how you’d get.”

“How I’d g—“ Grace cut Nora off with a raised hand.

“I found these hormone pills online. They’re supposed to make your breasts grow.”

“You what—“

“I didn’t think they’d actually work!”

“Oh, they work! I’d say they work a little too well!”

“Heh, yeah…”

Nora stepped closer to her girlfriend, squatting down to put a hand on her shoulder. “Where are the pills? Let me see them.”

Grace pulled a small bottle from her pocket, handing it to Nora. While Nora examined the bottle, Grace went back to eating.

Nora saw with frustration that the print on the bottle was all in Chinese. She pulled out her phone and pointed the translation app at it. Nora mumbled as she tried to parse the broken machine translation into coherent phrases."