4 comments/ 10113 views/ 1 favorites The Pill By: MungoParkIII What pill? There was a time when that question wasn't needed, it was simply "The Pill," and people slyly smiled and nodded. The pill, that pill, was a thing of beauty, a leap in bio-technology that started a revolution. From its initial release in 1961, prescribed to married women, its use ballooned in just two years to over million users as it opened the gates to a new sexual freedom for women, a freedom that helped fuel the sexual revolution of the '60s. Of course I was a bit young to really take notice of these modest beginnings. Ah, but as I was entering my teens I began to take notice. People were talking about sex and war and so as I watched I witnessed one of the beautiful phenomena of the 1960s, the flower children. This was a group of young people who grew their hair long, dressed in wild, far-out fashions, experimented with drugs, protested against the war, but most of all they had sex, a lot of sex. These people, all presumably (in deference to the rules of Literotica) over the age of 18, though I had my doubts, seemed so beautiful as they danced in their colorful clothes to folk, rock and roll and protest songs and then they had sex. Yeah I was at an age when I was heavily involved in sports and had a few favorite sports stars, but the real heroes I looked up to were the flower children. They were "out there" with the courage and conviction to be different, though many were all acting different together, they were still out there screaming "I exist, I matter," as they protested the war, protested ROTC programs in school and political hypocrisy in general. When the government stepped in to quell the protest, the flower children had the audacity to face down the soldiers, slip flowers into their rifle barrels and profess love to them all. Then they would all go back to their cars, their busses, their tents and houses and have sex. I'd watch them on TV, the men and women chanting together, dancing together, running together through the tear gas, knowing full well they would, sooner or later that day, have sex. Beautiful wonderful sex all brought about by free love, the sexual revolution and the pill. Of course I also watched the horror of April and June in 1968, sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" with the delegates that delayed the Democratic National Convention for over fifteen minutes in a tribute to a man who would, sadly, never be President, I watched as the Chicago Police beat down the students and flower children who nominated a pig for President in the park and saw the dark clouds as Nixon was elected President. In my mid teens I watched in amazement as Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon and then in horror in May of 1970 when American kids young enough to be my older brother or sister were shot down by American Soldiers, some young enough to be my older brother. It continued as in September Jimi Hendrix died at 27 and less then two and a half weeks later Janis Joplin died at 27. I didn't see as many flower children watching all that, yet I did remain optimistic, you see, millions of these people were still having sex. Yes, my heroes were dwindling, I did read Abbie Hoffman's "Steal this Book," though I didn't steal it, a friend of mine lent it to me. I never returned it but that wasn't really stealing. I did finally have sex. I won't go into my age, but on a Spring Break in my past I met a woman from Vanderbilt University who did take the pill. Later, as I was finishing college my girlfriend began taking the pill and I rediscovered the joy of sex without a condom. Yes, there were no more nights running water into the used condom just to make sure it didn't leak. I always wondered what might happen if there was a leak, I mean the cow's out of the barn by then, if you excuse my cliché'. I'm sure if there ever was a leak I'd have been double or triple bagging it after that. I don't remember the sun shining a lot after that for a while, Nixon got re-elected then resigned, Ford tried to teach us the mediocrity could be good, Carter was elected, which was good, but then the Iran hostage thing made it cloudy again. I did continue having sex, but it wasn't the wild and free bright shiny orgy of the sixties, I got married to my high school girlfriend, the one who later had me checking the condoms with water while we were in college, and sex was nice, calm and sedate. The eighties came, with AIDs and the flower children of the sixties moved well into their thirties and some into their forties. One of the Chicago Seven ran for congress and actually won, there was peace, well not really, it's just that the United States wasn't directly involved in any real war at the time (we thought) and an ex-actor was President. Hey, a lot of people really liked Reagan. Me? Well I missed the sixties and the first Iraq war was on the horizon. Years passed and "The Pill" became available in a patch, in an implant, and in something other than a daily dose. Of course sex for many became a life or death decision, for too many it was the latter. Birth control medication is now available in nearly forty different varieties and condoms are used for something more than birth control. "The Pill" is not just a pill any more, in fact, some might argue it's no longer "The Pill." Yes ladies, step aside, there's a new sheriff in town now, it's The Pill, no not that little white one you took, it's blue and it's not for women. Viagra and its many competitors have brought back the sexual revolution and by God all us old and impotent wannabe flower children can suddenly have sex again. It's the new sexual revolution and just like back in the sixties, when the men graciously helped the women explore their new sexual freedom, the sixty, seventy and eighty year old (not to mention the forty and fifty year old) flower children women are helping out too. Why just the other day on Oprah older women were discussing how they enjoyed pornography and they discussed the studies showing more and more women are purchasing and enjoying porn. So now, as one President redefined what sex is and another continues to find new lows in mediocrity, it is good to know America is fucking once again. It took the wizened, old flower children, my heroes of the sixties to get it all started again. So now I once again watch all the action, waiting for the day that some hot mama in the nursing home bends over her walker to let me have her from behind. "Make sure you wear a condom when you do that," she turns and says to me as she lifts her dress. "A condom? Why you're way to old to get pregnant." "Not me, I took the pill, I'm just waiting for the right guy to be the father," she replies. "Oh no, not another pill," I moan to myself. "And when you're finished run water in it and make sure it doesn't leak." The Pill It's a gay sex thing. Josh Hutcherson takes some pills and he gets super muscular. Liam Hemsworth has put on a couple pounds since Mocking Jay. You've been warned. ----------- Josh walked out of his house. The 2-bed 1-bathroom house was big enough for him, because he lived alone. Josh Hutcherson, at 29 now, had really let himself go. He was no longer muscular, but flabby. Many people found his body unattractive, namely the men he was interested in. Josh came out three years after Mocking Jay, which aired in 2016. The press stopped ogling over him by 2020. It was 2022. Josh was single and happy that way, although he always felt like that man was missing from his life. So, like any man would, he dived into the sexual relief of pornography. In his home, he would spend an hour a day beating his meat. And one day, watching a video of a monster cock disappear into the ass of a faceless, nameless body, one of those pop up ads caught his attention. As Josh let go of his 6 inch dick, he read the advertisement: "How BIG do you want your DICK to be? 8"? 9"? 10 or more? How about your body, are you in that big, muscular frame you always wanted? We're guessing no." These words ran over a picture of an enormous cock, and at the base of it there was a button: "FIX THE PROBLEM." Josh pressed the button, which brought him to the buying page for the penis & diet pill, the PERF. Josh, being older but still naive, pressed the buttons. Quantity: 6 month supply, fast delivery. Josh picked up the package from his mailbox, and proceeded back inside. As he reached the privacy of his bedroom, he opened the box, which had one bottle, about 12 ounces and filled with pills. On the side of the bottle, it said "Take two each morning and two each night." Josh looked at it and thought for a moment, before taking four at once at 1 in the afternoon. Josh immediately needed to shit. Josh spent the next hour and a half on the toilet. Shit seemed to constantly flow from his ass, but at the end he felt much lighter. Upon further inspection, in fact, he found that he had no body fat anymore, but his cock had widened and his ass had grown slightly. He had the body of a 15 year old twink, but the big ass of a college freshman at 18. On the 5th day of his trials, he was standing taller at 5'9". His cock was still 6 inches, but was now 5 inches around. His balls were the size of tangerines. He was stick thin, with almost zero fat on his body. He weighed under 130 pounds, and his ass cheeks were like mini basketballs. His clothes hung off awkwardly, not fitting anymore. Josh, 7 days in, was as thin as a stick, and his ass and genitalia had stopped growing. He had bought some athletic pants to fit his frame, he was a 26 at the waist and a 35 around the v-line. 120 pounds. Not at all muscular, but he found it easy to work out, although it was not seeming to have any effect at all, even though it had only been a week. Josh decided to invite Liam over for dinner, for old times' sake. Josh was 13 days in when his dinner with Liam was. He had begun to develop muscle, and it was coming along pretty nicely. In a solid week or two, he'd be ripped enough, he thought. Josh walked around his house at 11 that morning, having just taken his first of the bi-daily doses. Josh's POV I swallowed the pills and put the bottle away in my night table drawer. I went to the mirror in the large bathroom, examining my naked body. Recently, my cock had begun to grow, and yesterday I measured it at 8" long and 5" around. Huge, monster. But I wasn't ripped yet, so if a gigantic monster cock was a side effect of being largely muscular, I would gladly take it. Yesterday morning, I got my hair done. My head had the only hair on my body, trimmed into a neat but full beard, about an inch long, and my hair color from The Hunger Games. I liked that hair, it made me feel neat. I did my dirty blond hair up like it was, combed over to one side. I put on some clothes, a loose tee and some athletic sweat pants, ones that hung well off my ass and awkwardly off everything else, including the bulge at the front of the Mack Weldon boxer briefs. At noon, I was finally finished primping, and went downstairs to sit on my couch, turning on the TV. As I turned on "The Kids Are All Right", I yawned. Suddenly I was extremely tired, and struggled to keep my eyes open as I folded my arms over my chest. I drifted off as the first scene started. I jolted awake as I heard the doorbell ring. Liam knocked on the door, exclaiming, "Peeta Mellark! Open the door or the paps will catch you!" He chuckled, but his loud knocking persisted. I got up, getting the door. I noticed the shirt I was wearing seemed tight, but didn't bother thinking about it in the fifteen feet between the couch and the door. "My name is Josh Hutcherson, you gigantic Aussie douche bag, and, on that note, good morning. Care to come in?" I said, a little groggily. "Whoa, dude! Times have been good to you, I see. Look at those guns! Second off, I'm practically American, my accent is so phased out. Third, you've been sleeping all day, haven't you! It's 6 o clock. I came on time, Joshua..." Liam said, looking me up and down. I raised my head and squinted, seeing Liam's blue McLaren 650S in my driveway, and the sun setting. I looked at my watch, and it was in fact 5:58. Curiously, it was done up to the loosest setting, whereas it was third to tightest before, but it seemed to fit perfectly. I looked up my arm, noticing hugely muscular forearms and positively enormous biceps, squeezing the white shirt to the max around my shoulders. I looked down, and all I could see was the huge pecs jutting out of my chest. "Oh, yeah... I guess so..." I said, still in shock. I was unfamiliar with the huge muscles on my torso, and spoke as Liam walked into the house, "So I don't have dinner, wanna order some chinese?" Liam turned around. "Yeah. Sure. General Tso's, please, Peeta." He teased. I made the call. After doing that, I told Liam I'd be in the bathroom. I ran upstairs to my master suite, looking at myself in the full length mirror. I had arms as wide as basketballs, shoulders bigger than a glove mitt, and baseball-sized six pack abs. My legs had a slight amount of fat on them, but it was overwhelmed by the massive muscles, which circled my thighs and held up a magnificent bubble-butt, which was plump and soft to the touch. My bulge had grown, and was now 9" soft and a good 4" wide, but easily twice that in circumference. I tried to pull my shirt back down, but it ripped over my huge chest. I was twice as muscular as Captain America, more like the Hulk. I pulled on a black tee, which hugged my arms and chest and pecs so tightly that if I flexed it would burst. I pulled on some jeans, but they wouldn't fit properly on my big butt and monstrous endowment, so I let them hang. My ass crack extended two inches from the top of the jeans, and they sagged down to the floor, even if I stood on tiptoe. I decided not to let it bother me. I returned downstairs. I got a second, much more awake look at Liam, and realized how tough- or good- times had been for him. He'd grown hugely chubby, but his face only widened a tiny bit and the way his shirt hugged tightly the big, seemingly hairless belly (which showed whenever hie lifted his arms up) and C-cup man boobs was adorable, as were the half-thigh shorts he was wearing that showed off pale tanned skin. He looked beautiful, but only to the bear-loving eye. He was the picture of chub otters everywhere. I smiled at him, and his smile back melted me. "Shall we go pick it up?" I said, grabbing the keys to my FF. "Yeah, but let's take my car, it's already on the outside of your street. You want to drive?" he said, offering the keys to his McLaren. "Well, I've never driven one before, but I guess I can give it a try..." I chuckled. I grabbed the keys to his car, and we drove off in a cloud of tyre smoke. ----- Liam's POV Later, me and Josh were watching the Hunger Games over again. God, times had been good to him. As we ate, he claimed he had never taken steroids. I asked him if he had been totally clean of all drugs since we stopped filming, and he told me he had recently started a medication for buildup, but it wasn't for muscle. There was an awkward moment where I looked down at the jeans he was wearing, which had his perfect ass peeking out of one end, but the main event was his bulge, the gigantic thing practically exploded his pants. I wonder how I was going to tell him I was gay. Then I figured it out. As we finished the series, I picked some champagne out of his fridge. "To the best trilogy ever, and the budding relationship between us." I said, chinking his glass. He gulped half of it before putting it down and saying, "Budding relationship? What budding relationship?" I made my move, grabbing his hairy face and kissing him passionately on his soft lips. "Oh, THAT budding relationship." He said, grabbing me by the neck and kissing back. He flexed his monstrous biceps, and the shirt ripped itself apart. I kneeled, straddling his legs between my own. I tore the remains of the shirt off, and kissed his sweaty body. I grabbed all parts of his enormously toned abdomen, feeling the pulsing response of every single oversized muscle on it. I pulled his pants open and ripped his briefs off, taking the soft monster in my mouth. My salivating mouth soaked the flaccid meat as I ripped his pants and my own shirt off, and my eyes widened as I grasped the base of his monstrous cock, feeling it grow hugely in my mouth. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his meat extended to a foot long, rock hard and deep in my throat. I stopped sucking, the massive rod too much for me. Josh lifted me up, and put me back down on the floor on all fours. He said quietly as he pushed his cock up to my asshole, "God, you're gorgeous." As he put his head into my asshole, I squealed a little before replying, "You're not so bad yourself." I moaned, feeling his third leg kick its way into my asshole. I bucked, gripping the carpeted floor. God, his cock was huge. I moaned louder as the hugely muscular cock on the gorgeous man behind me pushed its way into my asshole. Josh started thrusting, and my groans got louder each time his huge nuts beat my ass. After twenty solid minutes of thrusting, riding, and spanking, I felt Josh reach his climax. His warm cum filled my asshole, and by the time he was finished, I was leaking a river of cum out of my ass. Josh licked it up, kissing me.