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Side Effects

By: TasteofHome



9:00 Friday Night

The pain raced behind her eyeballs like lightening bolts dancing across the sky. Each flash was brilliant in its presence and ever so immobilizing. Gritting her molars, Natasha tried to ignore the pain and the gathering thunderclouds in the sky as she half-halfheartedly reaches the medicine cabinet hoping for relief. Her reflection in the mirror made her looks a ghost of herself. Her wavy cinnamon hair that normally curled around her narrow shoulders looked stringy and yarn like, her almond shaped eyes that normally had a mischievous gleam to them looked like the fires had been doused. Cherry lips were cracked and pealing like the paint on a forgotten red barn. The freckles on her pale face only made her look more sickly and pale then the healthy girl next-door looks she usually sported on a daily basis. Of course the huge gray flannel nightshirt that brushed the top of her knees did nothing to help her looks any. 

The bathroom was in decorated in black and white. Black and white checkered tiles danced across the bathroom floor while the stringent white wall sported black and white photographs of Ansel Adams prints. White shower curtain hung against the white claw foot bath tub, a black sash held it to the side to reveal the black and white sponges in hanging off of the silver faucet. Red fluffy towels hung on the silver towel rods. The red towels were the only sign of color in the other wise color less bathroom. 

Leaning against the sink, she opened the white bathroom cabinet, there are two white bottles sitting on a shelf, her tooth paste and tooth brush set on another and her room mate, Kevin's tooth brush and paste sat on another one along with floss and deodorant. The bottom shelf was normally reserved for medicine, but both Kevin and Natasha weren't all that often sick, so there was normally very little to be seen there. Without hesitating, Natasha popped open the childproof lid, shook two pills out of the bottle and tossed them into the cavern of her mouth. Turning on the right facet all the way on to cold, she bent down in front of the sink and scooped the running water into her mouth to wash the pills down. Turning off the water off, she straightened and stood up. Wiping her hands dry on one of her red towels, she stumbled her way out of the bathroom, flipping the light switch off as she went. 

Natasha made her way down the hall and into her bed room, the light in her bed room was off, and with the pain in her head not yet ceasing, she didn't bother turning it on to navigate to her bed. Another lightening bolt of pain behind her eyes caused her to almost stumble into one of the corners of her oak four-poster bed. Taking a moment to pull the nightgown off over the top of her head, she crawled underneath the hunter green damask comforter and spring green sheets. Natasha never slept in her nightgown, but only wore it for the sake of modesty for Kevin. She had been living with Kevin for four years now. Originally they had started out as two broke college kids trying to make it against the cruel world and now it was more habit and comfort that they still lived together. After taking small breathes, she cautiously leaned back onto her feather pillows and tried to think of anything other then the pain that was skating around her every waking a moment. On the far side of the apartment a door opened and shut. The sounds of the lock clicking into place echoed through out the silent apartment. Tightening her eye lids she tried to block out the noise that seemed to echo in her mind.

Slow and steady footsteps could be heard walking down the hallway. Soft taps on the Natasha's door frame made her pry her eyes. Kevin was leaning against the door frame. His lean body blocked the light from the outside hallway. His sandy blond hair fell into his face as if he had been running his long fingers through it all day at the office. Kevin worked in some research facility that dealt with the chambers of the mind and subconscious. Most of his mumbo jumbo was lost on Natasha whenever he felt the need to talk about work, much like when ever she talked about her job at the studio was lost on him, but in their differences they were able to still enjoy the simple things in life. 

"You okay, Tish?" asked Kevin, his voice low and colored with concern. He used the same nickname he had given her back in their first year of college, telling her that the name Natasha reminded him Rocky and Bullwinkle.

"Migraine, just took stuff." Mumbled Natasha, her vocal cords refusing to enunciate. The pulsating feeling behind her eyes made every word leaving her lips feel like a lead brick was being placed on her head.

"Okay, I will try to keep it quiet," says Kevin quietly as he turns and shut the door, making her room completely dark. Natasha closed her eyes in the darkness and tried to find her happy place while she waited for the drugs to kick in. 

Two hours later

Kevin sat on their over stuffed green couch. His long lean legs were crossed and resting on the coffee table. The living room some what resembled a jungle with all the plants and the bookshelf held a large variety of books, several of them on dream sequencing and the psyche of the mind. A television sat in the armoire in the corner. Kevin was reading the latest Robert Rankin book and enjoying a nice chilled glass of white wine when the sound of faint growling caught his attention. Setting his wine glass and book down upon the coffee table, he stood up and stretched. The sound of growling echoed through the apartment again. Knowing that there was a no pet's lease, he walked down the hall to check on Natasha. 

Kevin clicked on the lights to her bedroom out of habit. Natasha's eyes popped open. Her brown eyes were wide and dilated. They peered up at him questioningly.

"You okay, Tish?"

A growling sound began to emit from her throat. The type of sound that a cat makes when defending they are warning a rival off their territory. 

"Tish?" asked Kevin again. Not to sure what a growl was suppose to mean. 

More growling came from the depth of covers. The covers on the bed slid around her slender body as she struggled into a crouching position. Kevin tried not to take note of how naked Natasha was while she was acting odd. It was hard not to think about all the skin that was showing and the lower anatomy of Kevin had become painfully aware of how much skin was showing and was tenting up against Kevin's slacks. Ignoring the boner in favor of friendship had been something that Kevin had been use to doing for the past several years of living with her, so he didn't pay any attention to it now. 

"Did you want me to get you a glass of water or something," asked Kevin softly, trying to find any reason possible to leave the room, knowing that in the morning she would be mortified about showing that much skin. 

With out warning, Natasha leaped from the bed and onto the floor. Crawling on all floors, she continued to make territorial cat noises Slowly she advanced upon Kevin. Her brown long hair covered the tops of her breasts and you bent position left nothing in view but the long expanse of her back and the angle of her firm buttocks. The primal male in Kevin couldn't help but admire the curvature of Natasha's derriere as she crawled towards him across the plush green carpet. Backing up slowly as Natasha continued her forward crawl he felt his back against the hallway wall. The throaty growl continued to come from Natasha's throat. 

"Tish, your naked, you might want to go back to bed," said Kevin a little shakily. It wasn't every day that your nun of a roommate decided to get naked and stalk you into the hall while making animal sounds.

The words barely left his mouth before she leaped and pounced again at him, slamming his body against the hall wall hard. The print of Ansel Adams Rose on Wood dug into his spine as Natasha started to hiss and claw at him as if he was a marauding male cat upon her territory. Natasha's nails scratched at him and cut open his cheek. Kevin could feel blood beginning to dribble down his cheek. Not wanting to hurt Natasha, but not wanting to continue to be beaten, he lightly tries to shove Natasha away from him. This further angers him and her hands swipe at him even more. Drawing more blood as her fingernails catch him on the cheek again. 

Getting tired of being hurt, he shoves her a little harder causing her to loser her balance, taking this moment of reprieve he leaps down the hall into his room, shutting his bed room door as quickly as he could. A large thud is heard again the door two seconds after he shut it. Leaning his back against the door, he feels her ram against it. And then sit there and howl at the door. The howling continues for the next hour until it almost sounds like her vocal cords get tired and give up on her. Not believing for a second that this is over, Kevin makes him self-comfortable against the door. After a little bit he begins to fall asleep.

9:30 Saturday Morning

Natasha sat at the breakfast table eating her grapefruit when Kevin entered the room. He looked at her for a good three seconds before walking over to the freshly percolated coffee pot and poured him self a large mug. Adding cream and sugar to his dark Colombian roast, he leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at Natasha over the rim. Clearing his throat loudly, Natasha looked at him.

"Do you remember anything of last night?" asked Kevin politely.

"I had a migraine. I took the stuff in the cabinet, had a weird dream about being cat and then I woke up this morning in the curled up in the middle of my bed, why?" said Natasha.

"Just wondering, I tried to be quiet," say Kevin not answering her question. Natasha shrugged her shoulder and went back to her grapefruit. Kevin picked up his coffee and strolled back to his bedroom. On a whim he stopped by the bathroom and opened up the bathroom cabinet. 

There were two white bottles in the bathroom cabinet. The first one he had brought how for a controlled experiment in lucid dreaming and the other was a bottle of Advil. Knowing that there should be 6 pills in the experimental pill bottle he opened up to count the pills. Removing the lid, he chuckled after he counted the pills.

Walking back to his bedroom, he booted up his computer and started a word document. Document was titled Specimen A. 

Day 1825, Specimen A seems to have discovered the experiment LucidoX by accident. Results where mixed. He paused a moment to marvel at the memory of the beauty of Natasha's backside. Will continue recording side effect at a later day. One notable side effect is lucid memory loss. Kevin recalled how she didn't seem to notice anything different in the morning. Will continue will experiments and hope for more conclusive results at a later date. Hoped that he would see that naked backside again with out the claws extended.

Side Effects



This time thanks go out to deliciousthoughts for steering me right at the start, to VMK for steering me right at the end and to OneWhoAdores who always helps. 

And this one is dedicated to Estragon. Unfortunately he can no longer be my editor but I will forever be grateful for teaching me how to write.

Just in case you were wondering, Panadoxolin is as fictional as Julie and Jayne. 

*********

Julie stood in front of the incinerator with orders to destroy the product of three hard years of research -- their entire stock of Panadoxolin. It would be unthinkable to even consider doing anything other than follow instructions, so she opened the chute and tipped in every single packet of pills. Well, every one if you don't count the small box of thirty that had somehow made its way to the pocket of her labcoat.

So what was it about Panadoxolin that could make Julie act so unprofessionally? What was it that could make her risk her whole career for one small box of pills? What was the fascination? To understand that you need to know about Panadoxolin and you need to know about Julie.

The story started when she graduated from university with a first class honours degree in chemistry and had immediately been head-hunted by Acme Pharmaceuticals. Behind her quiet reserve she was bright, studious and conscientious; just the sort they were looking for. As one of their fast track entrants, she had been assigned to their prime project, the development of their new hay fever drug, Panadoxolin. It had looked to be a real break through, fast relief from the symptoms without any adverse side effects. Or so they had thought. It turned out that there was a side effect and, when they had found it, had been a doozie, enough to bring the project to a halt.

And it was only by chance that they had found it. They had got to the very last stages of clinical trials when, by pure coincidence, one of the subjects had eaten poppy seed rolls at the same time as taking Panadoxolin and, even then, the psychological effects might well have gone unnoticed until his wife had jokingly suggested that, with his hay fever cured, he should mow the lawn rather than watch football on the telly. To her amazement he had got up out of his armchair and made his way to the garden shed. Fortunately the effects were short lived but, for a period of an hour or so, he had become completely suggestible, rather along the lines of someone who had been hypnotised. He had commented that he had been horrified at missing the match but, until his wife had told him to stop mowing the lawn, that was what he did.

As soon as this had been reported back all trials of the drug were immediately stopped and they rapidly established a carefully controlled experiment which confirmed this bizarre result. As with hypnotism the subject couldn't be forced to do things completely alien to their nature, murder for example, but, for the most part, a simple suggestion was taken as an unbreakable command. It was strongly suspected that the small amounts of opium in the poppy seeds were the culprit but that was more than enough. For the time being it was back to the drawing board. All trials of Panadoxolin were cancelled and the order went out to destroy all stocks.

And that was the point where Julie's curiosity overcame her professionalism. This was the point where one small box of pills found its way into her pocket. As long as Julie could remember, all her fantasies had been about being controlled. As a teenager she had tried dabbling in hypnotism but without any real success. Now, simply by taking Panadoxolin and eating poppy seed rolls she could produce the same effect. Much as she understood the dangers, much as she understood the professional ethics, much as she understood the risk to her career, now that she knew what Panadoxolin could do it was more than she could bear to destroy all the trial samples. She simply had to find out what it was like.

The only left one question: who did Julie trust enough to help her with these experiments? If she was going to be someone's thrall then that someone had to be pretty special. Julie didn't need to think twice, there was only one possible candidate, her best friend and flatmate, Jayne. 

Julie and Jayne had been thrown together at university when, through the vagaries of the housing system, they had ended up sharing a room. At first glance the two women could not have been more different. Julie was quiet, studious and science orientated; Jayne was an extrovert, fun loving party girl. But, despite, or maybe because of, their differences, they had become close friends. Now, six years later, and with them both in their mid twenties, they were still living together, renting a house in Finchley, a suburb of North London. It wasn't as if they were inseparable; they both had their differing private lives but they found it easier, and nicer, if they shared quite a bit of their time together and, in particular, they tended to eat together. 

It was Julie's turn to cook so she made a fish pie which she knew would be appreciated by Jayne. Then, over the meal Julie told Jayne all about the drug trial and how it had all gone wrong.

"So let me get this straight, if you take Panadoxolin along with poppy seeds then you'll do anything anyone asks of you, that's wild!" Jayne exclaimed.

"Well, I'm not sure it's quite as simple as that but, that's the point. The reports on the testing were suppressed and all we minions got were the headlines. I can't leave it at that. I need to find out, I need to know." Julie said 

"What do you need to know?" Jayne asked.

"How it works. What it's like. How it feels to be under someone else's influence. How it feels to surrender your will to another," Julie was getting quite agitated. "I've always wanted to... I've always wanted...." But Julie was reluctant, even now, to express her exact desires.

"What have you always wanted? OK, you don't need to answer that," Jayne said with a laugh. "Anyway, isn't it all pretty academic? You say that production has been halted and all supplies destroyed so how could you get hold of any? Hang on," Jayne had noticed the look on her friends face. "You don't mean...."

Julie just smiled, reached into her handbag, and pulled out the box of pills and put them on the table between them.

"Jesus! Is that them?" 

Julie just nodded.

"And if you take one of those with some poppy seeds you become my complete and absolute slave?" Jayne asked, slack jawed.

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that but, yes, I guess so, or at least that's what I'd like to find out."

For a while there was just silence between the two women. Jayne picked up the box of pills and turned it over and over in her hand, obviously thinking things over.

"You... you trust me that much?" Jayne said at last.

"Of course I do," Julie replied.

"I'm flattered but, well, the thing is, I think I trust you too."

"How do you mean?"

"Look, you've just said that you're prepared to put yourself completely in my power. OK, that's very flattering but it's a bit one sided. It doesn't seem fair, somehow, fair on either of us. How about we take turns? First you try it and then I try it. If we like it we can go on and try it some more."

"Are you sure?" 

"No, I'm not sure at all but I'm willing to give it a go," Jayne said as if reassuring herself as much as Julie. "More than that, the thing about taking turns is that it will help keep things in check. I'm not going to order you to do something stupid if I know that you're going to have the same power over me the next time. Does that make sense?"

"I can see what you're getting at but I'm not sure...."

"I'm not sure, you're not sure. To hell with it; never mind 'not sure'. If we only did things we were sure of we wouldn't do anything but, if we're going to do something as wild as this, then let's do it together."

Julie smiled at Jayne who smiled back. Jayne's response meant quite a bit to Julie. She really was a friend who understood, a friend she could trust.

"OK, so, when do you suggest we try it out?" Julie asked.

"Remind me, how long does it last?" 

"The report said about an hour but we need to leave quite a margin for error," Julie said thoughtfully. "How about Sunday afternoon? That way if it wears off we can go down the pub for a few drinks but if it doesn't then we have all the way until Monday morning to recover. I volunteer to go first. How does that work for you?"

"Sunday afternoon it is. Ha, ha ha! She's fallen for my trap! I can't wait until I'll finally have her under my power!" Jayne joked.

****************************** Session one: Jayne controls Julie ******************************

So it was that, come Sunday, they were sitting together in the lounge.

"How do we do this?" Jayne asked.

"I take one of the pills and then eat a poppy seed roll. After that we wait," Julie replied. "I've got a roll all buttered and ready."

"As simple as that?"

"As simple as that. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. But what about you?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Here goes," and, with that, Julie swallowed the pill and started in on the roll. 

"So, how long does it take before...?"

"I don't know but it as I haven't eaten much today it shouldn't take long."

"How will we know?"

"When I start behaving strangely, I guess. In the meanwhile we've got last week's Downton Abbey to catch up on."

As the trials and tribulations of the Crawley family played out on the screen Julie tried to see if she could feel any effects. Everything seemed so normal. It was only at the third add break, when Jayne asked her to make a cup of tea and she agreed without demur, that she realised that it had started.

It wasn't that she particularly minded making the tea, it was the way she felt compelled to do so. She tried to stop herself, to respond with a 'make it yourself', but she simply couldn't and she found herself getting up out of her chair and heading for the kitchen. Even though she knew what was happening she still had to fight down a wave of panic; she was, quite literally out of control. It was as if she were a passenger in her own body or maybe one of those Russian dolls, locked inside and disconnected from the outside world. Now there were two 'hers', an inner self and an outer self and the inner self had increasingly little control over the outer self.

And then the scientist within her took over. While the kettle boiled she tested the boundaries of what she control remained. The results were shockingly limited. The disconnect between the inner self and the outer self was growing and it was only with a certain amount of effort that she could perform simple actions; for example she willed herself to raise her arm and only just managed to do so. 

On the other hand the outer self was behaving like a well programmed robot. She had been ordered to make Jayne a cup of tea and that was what she was going to do. The inner self watched as the outer self carefully and methodically boiled the kettle, found Jayne's favourite mug in the dishwasher, rinsed it out and put a tea bag in it. Then, while waiting for the kettle to boil, she stood like an automaton. She had nothing to do so she did nothing.

When the tea was finally made she took it back to the lounge. Whereas normally she would have just put it down, or possibly handed it to Jayne, she had no instructions so she stood in front of Jayne holding out the cup and waited.

"Wow! This really works, doesn't it!" Jayne exclaimed. "Put the cup there, no there, no there... there... there...."

Jayne giggled in delight as she watched her friend move the cup from place to place just as she was ordered. She wasn't the sort to abuse this position but, on the other hand, Julie had said how she wanted to experience being controlled and, if that was what she wanted, then there was no reason not to have some fun with it. She thought about ordering Julie to do the ironing, or tidy her bedroom, two tasks she loathed but somehow that seemed too petty. No, if she had a personal slave then she should perform personal tasks.

"The nail polish on my toes needs replacing," Julie said haughtily. "There's some Max Factor Red Passion on my dressing table. Go and fetch it. Don't forget you'll have to remove the old stuff. I'm out of nail polish remover so we'll have to use yours. Come along now, chop, chop!"

Julie's inner self felt a little affronted, this was supposed to be an experiment, not some sort of game, but, as she hurried upstairs in search of the nail varnish, she had to admit that this is the sort of thing she should have expected from Jayne. Anyway, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

When Julie returned Jayne had her arrange the pouffe so that she could sit back with her feet up. Then Jayne instructed Julie to remove her trainers and socks. As she did so a wicked thought came to Jayne and she couldn't resist it.

"Smell my trainers," she ordered. "Go on, give them a good long sniff. You like the smell, don't you. It's like the finest perfume. You can't stop yourself, you want to sniff and sniff and sniff."

Julie took one of Jayne's trainers and held it to her nose. Her inner self was surprised to find that, as Jayne had suggested, the somewhat rancid trainers smelled like the finest perfume and she just wanted to take the smell deep, deep into her lungs, to luxuriate in the bliss it gave her. She was intoxicated and couldn't help but moan with pleasure as she held the trainer close over her nose.

"OK, enough of that," Jayne said after a while. "They've stopped smelling nice, they're just like normal." Julie reeled and almost gagged as the true smell of Jayne's trainers hit her. With her nose buried inside she got the full effect and even the sweetest smelling feet would have been overwhelming. What had, moments ago, been the finest perfume was now the rank odour of sweaty feet and she put the trainer down as fast as possible.

"Well, what are you waiting for," Jayne said, wiggling her toes. "Come along, get on with it." Julie picked up the nail varnish remover and some cotton wool pads.

"Make sure you do a good job," Jayne said as she lay back and picked up a copy of Hello magazine.

As Julie worked away she could feel the inner self receding; she had already lost control, increasingly she was also losing awareness. Not that that stopped her outer self from working, she had orders and that was it, She had no option but to completely focus on making sure she did the best possible job of re-varnishing Jayne's toenails. And, with this obedience, her outer self was feeling not just a compulsion but also a contentment, a pleasure in complying with Jayne's wishes. For her outer self the tiny voice of her inner self was like the buzzing of a mosquito, an annoying distraction to her serenity. It was as if, as she lost herself in her work, that she lost herself completely. Her worries, her cares, her concerns slipped away. The only thing that mattered was applying Jayne's nail varnish. When the last nail was done to her satisfaction she blew on them gently to dry the varnish.

"Oh, you have done well," Jayne said, looking up from her magazine. "You're like a good little puppy. Bark for me, puppy, bark, bark!"

Julie knelt up and barked.

With a wicked smile on her face Jayne took one of her discarded socks, rolled it into a ball, and tossed it across the room.

"Fetch, puppy, fetch!"

Julie scampered across the room and returned with the sock in her mouth. She dropped it in Jayne's lap, just as if she were a puppy.

"Wow! This is incredible!" Jayne exclaimed. She picked up the rolled up sock and tossed it across the room again, marvelling at how Julie scampered after it, in every way acting the obedient puppy. She looked down at her friend, knelt on the floor beside her and wondered just what to do next. 

The problem was one of trust. If Jayne did what she really wanted to do, if she gave way to desires she had hidden away for years, she could have her moment of fun but at what cost? Her relationship with Julie was precious and, after years of keeping quiet, the last thing she wanted was push things too far, too fast and end up losing Julie's trust. On the other hand a certain amount of license had been given and Julie had said that she wanted to experience the full range of being controlled. Jayne could, of course, simply get her to perform other menial tasks but that wasn't exactly pushing the envelope. Moreover, she had long felt a need to rock Julie's world a little, to push her out from behind the repressed prude persona that she used as a mask to cover her insecurities. Well, that was part of the reasoning; Jayne was sufficiently self aware to realise that she had her own agenda and she was looking forward to what she was about to do. For starters, Julie was wearing far too many clothes. Well, that was easily remedied.

"It's awfully hot in here," Jayne said. "Really, really hot."

Immediately beads of sweat formed on Julie's brow and she started to pant. 

"It's far too hot for clothes. You have to take them all off," Jayne continued and she looked on amused as her friend started to tear off her clothes until she was stark naked.

"Stand up straight, let me have a look at you," Jayne ordered. "Oh, and the temperature is just right now. You feel lovely and warm. That's fine, you look great. Now, one moment," Jayne reached into her handbag, found her iPod and fitted it in the docking station. She found the remote, selected her playlist of smoochy songs and, moments later, the room was full of Phyllis Nelson singing 'Move Closer'. "Why don't you do a little dance for me? Show me how well you can do. Yeah, like that but make it sexy."

As Julie gyrated sensually to the music Jayne looked on appreciatively. Now that her inhibitions had been taken away Julie was actually a pretty good dancer and, as ordered, she was more than a little sexy. Normally it was all but impossible to get Julie go clubbing, let alone to get her on the dance floor once you got there, but now she was strutting her stuff like a good'un. Jayne had once been taken to a pole dancing club and Julie was just as good as any of the girls there. It was a shame about the untrimmed pubic hair. Maybe that could wait until next time.

Meanwhile, Julie was finding that her inner self was reasserting itself. She still wasn't strong enough to resist the commands but the ego loss, the total immersion in Jayne's commands, was weakening and she was, once again, becoming self aware. The fact that she was also parading around like some sort of slut completely horrified her. The last thing she could consciously remember was painting Jayne's toenails but this was far beyond that. She wanted to cover herself up, she wanted to run away and hide, but she simply couldn't. Her outer self was still under Jayne's control, a control she still couldn't fight.

Jayne wasn't sure how much the next bit came from a desire to push Julie even further or something rather different but the sight of her friend dancing so sexily prompted the next command. "God, that's sexy," she said. "I bet it makes you feel horny as well. Why don't you... why don't you play with yourself."

Julie was almost overwhelmed by a wave of lust that rushed through her and she could feel her body responding. Her hand reached towards her groin, her fingers reaching for her sensitive flesh, searching out the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris....

"No! No! I can't," she all but yelled. Whether it was her inner self reasserting itself or whether she had been pushed too far was moot. The spell had been broken. In near panic she grabbed her clothes from where they lay on the floor and dashed off to her room. 

"Julie! Julie! Are you OK?" Jayne had followed Julie upstairs and was knocking on her door but, sensibly, didn't try to enter.




Side Effects



"Just go away!" came the cry from inside.

Jayne felt it was time to withdraw, time to give her friend a bit of space.

It was two hours later that Julie came down and, sheepishly, started to make a cup of tea. Jayne, who had been watching TV, came into the kitchen, her face a picture of concern.

"Are you OK?" she asked gently.

"I'm fine, really I am," Julie replied.

"Did I go too far?"

"No, I wanted to see how far I could be pushed and you certainly did that. It's just that, when you wake up again... well, it's a bit of a shock."

"Wake up?" Jayne asked.

"Yeah, it's hard to describe but you'll see next weekend, when it's your turn," Julie replied.

"How much... how much do you remember?" Jayne asked, cautiously.

"Do I detect a guilty conscience?" Julie laughed. "The middle section is a bit blurred. One moment I'm painting your toenails, the next... the next I'm prancing around naked like some sort of stripper. As for the bit in between, I do remember something about barking like a dog but the details are very blurred. But, don't worry; I'm fine with all of it. Seriously."

"And it's my turn next week? Is that your chance for revenge?"

"It's not like that, really it's not. Now, what are we doing for supper?"

****************************** Session Two: Julie controls Jayne. ******************************

During the next week Julie thought long and hard about what she would make Jayne do when the time came. Her fantasies were about being the controlled, not the controller, but that didn't stop the scientist within her wanting to see what the effects were like from the other side.

But the thing that really intrigued her was the way that senses and emotions could be controlled. She could remember being fooled into being intoxicated by the smell of Jayne's trainers and she still blushed at the memory of the rush of blood to the groin when Jayne had told her that she felt 'horny'. It was this last one she wanted to explore. Fooling the nose was one thing, controlling something as basic as sexual desire was another. She wasn't after some sort of cheap revenge, really she wasn't, nor was it some sort of prurient urge to have Jayne exposed in just the way she had been; it was the scientists desire to explore the limits of knowledge. She wanted to see just what she could control and how.

Come Sunday Julie and Jayne were, once again, sitting in the lounge after lunch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Julie asked. "I don't mind if you want to back out."

"No, I'm fine with it, really I am," Jayne replied. "But it's the waiting that's getting to me. Shall we get on with it?"

"OK, there are some poppy seed rolls on the kitchen counter. Do you want to sort out a roll while I nip up to my room and get the pill?"

Jayne was still spreading butter on the roll when Julie returned downstairs. She filled a glass of water and handed it, along with the pill, to Jayne.

"Well, here goes nothing." Jayne grinned nervously as she swallowed the pill and washed it down with a big gulp of water. "Now, I just eat the roll and then...."

"And then we wait," Julie replied. "We might as well watch Downton like we did last week."

They went through and settled in front of the TV. Julie, remembering how long it had taken her, waited until the third add break before ordering Jayne to make her a cup of tea.

"Fuck off, make your own bloody tea," Jayne replied. "Oh, you're testing me, aren't you?"

"Yeah, and it looks like you're not ready yet."

"I'm not sure I'll ever be," Jayne replied. "I bet it only works on the weak willed and easily swayed."

"Are you saying I'm weak willed and easily swayed," Julie returned.

"You got it. Now shut up, it's starting again," and with that, Jayne turned back to the TV.

Julie waited until the next break before trying again. Once again she ordered a cup of tea and, this time, she was gratified to see Jayne get up out of her armchair and make her way to the kitchen. So much for her crack about the weak willed and easily swayed. She waited a few moments and, sure enough, when Jayne returned, she just stood there, holding the tea and awaiting instructions. Remembering how she had been tested, Julie ordered Jayne to put the cup in various places and watched, enthralled, as her friend moved the cup around without demur. Yes, for all her earlier cracks, she had been no more able to resist the influence of the pill than Julie had been.

Julie finally took the cup of tea from Jayne and ordered her to kneel down in front of the chair where she was sitting. For all her cogitation during the week, now that it was happening for real it was a bit different. She looked deep into Jayne's eyes. They were glazed over; they were the eyes of Jayne's outer self, not her inner self. However, the scientist in Julie wanted to do more than just look.

"It's really dark in here," Julie said and was fascinated as she watched Jayne's pupils dilate. "And now it quite bright," she added and, yes, Jayne's pupils contracted again. It wasn't just Jayne's mind that was under her command but her body as well. Julie was enthralled, not just as a scientist but also in a far more human way. Forcing Jayne to do menial tasks was one thing, controlling the very way she felt, the very way she experienced the world, that was another. She knew what she wanted to do next. It was a little naughty but, after all, the memory of 'waking up' to find herself prancing around stark naked was still a little raw so it wasn't as if a precedent hadn't already been set.

"Your bra and tee shirt are really uncomfortable, really tight," she said. "Really, really tight, you want to take them off but you can't."

Julie watched as Jayne squirmed in discomfort. She was tugging at her tee shirt, trying to take if off but getting nowhere. It seemed a little cruel but Julie was fascinated by Jayne's inability to remove a simple and loose fitting tee shirt just because she had been told she couldn't.

"OK, you can take them off now," she said and the look of relief on Jayne's face as she removed her clothes showed how very real it had all been to her. "Very good. Now, lift up your breasts, show them to me," Julie continued. "You like doing that, it turns you on. Play with your nipples, feel them hardening."

Julie told herself that she was only doing this as a way of finding the limits of her control. She might, reluctantly, admit that there was a certain amount of getting her own back. What she wouldn't admit to was the fact that Jayne, knelt on the ground and offering up her breasts, looked as pretty as a picture and that, as she played with her nipples, Jayne wasn't the only one getting turned on. But then the scientist in Julie kicked in. This wasn't just about having Jayne perform for her; she wanted to see just how much Jayne's senses could be fooled.

"Stop, wait there, don't move," she ordered and, as Jayne knelt as still as a statue, Julie went up to her bedroom, found her sewing kit and, within that, a pin. She returned back to the lounge and sat back down.

"I'm going to prick you with this pin," she said, holding it up for Jayne to see, "and, when I do, it won't hurt, you won't feel any pain, it will feel sexy, really sexy."

She sat forward in the chair and gently pushed the pin against Jayne's right nipple. Jayne gave a groan and her eyes took on a far away look. Time and again, Julie jabbed at Jayne's nipple and, each time, she got the same ecstatic response. Although, as far as Jayne was concerned, this was the best thing ever, Julie knew she had to hold herself back or she would run the risk of doing Jayne some real damage. But, if Jayne could be turned on by being pricked with a pin, then there was something else Julie wanted to try, something much safer and, as far as Jayne was concerned, almost as off-putting. 

The thing was that Jayne had a particular and unusual aversion; she loathed chocolate and, in particular, chocolate sauce. She had never particularly liked the stuff but the last straw had been a guy she had met who had insisted on trying chocolate body paint and wouldn't take no for an answer. "He was so persistent I couldn't get rid of him and then, at that party, I had one drink too many and the next thing I knew we're in bed together and he's putting great gobs of that brown goo all over me, ugh! Then he's trying to lick it off. He thinks it's as sexy as hell but I just ended up covered in brown slobber. Trust me, it was anything but sexy and, to this day, I can't stand the stuff," she had complained. Now that Jayne was under the influence maybe she could be persuaded to change her mind and Julie knew of a bottle of chocolate sauce that was just the thing to do it. Julie had bought it as part of a fancy recipe but, when she had started making the pudding, she had found out about Jayne's aversion to chocolate sauce and it had stayed unopened.

Once again she ordered Jayne to wait while, this time, she went to the kitchen and found the bottle tucked away at the back of a cupboard. When she returned, there was Jayne, still knelt on the floor, one hand under each breast, offering them up. Julie couldn't resist it; she took the top off the bottle, broke the seal, and gave it a good squeeze leaving a trail of chocolate all across the top of Jayne's breasts.

"Ooh, you like that, you really like that," Julie said. "Now, rub it all over. You love how good it feels against your skin. That's it, rub it into your nipples, feel how hard they are getting, feel how much it turns you on. It's so sexy you want to rub it all over you."

As Jayne smeared the sauce across her breasts Julie gave the bottle yet another squeeze. Jayne gratefully cupped the extra and added it to the mess across her chest.

But it wasn't just Jayne who was finding all this incredibly sexy. Julie watched entranced and not just at the thought of all that chocolate sauce. The look of Jayne's nipples was all too enticing and there was something she just had to do. She knew she shouldn't but where was the harm. By now, Jayne must be so deep under the influence that she would never remember. 

"Stand up," she ordered. "Offer me your breasts. I'm going to lick the chocolate off your nipples and you're going to love it. It's going to be the biggest turn on ever."

Jayne got to her feet and, once again, put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up. Julie leant forward and, gingerly, took Jayne's nipple in her mouth. It's hard to say which of the two women was more aroused. Jayne, of course, had no choice in the matter; her arousal was programmed in. For Julie, on the other hand, there was something deliciously naughty about this stolen moment, deliciously naughty and incredibly sexy. Feeling Jayne's nipple between her teeth, against her tongue, was the best thing ever and her whole body thrilled with excitement. Add that to the taste of chocolate and she was in seventh heaven. She just wanted to rub her face all over Jayne's breasts, kissing and licking and sucking and losing herself within them. Of course it was a bit awkward, stood up like this. Maybe if she were to order Jayne to lie down on the sofa....

And then some common sense returned. However heavenly this was she knew she had crossed a line and, with Jayne in her present state, she had to be the responsible one. Mind you, remembering how Jayne had had her play with herself as she danced, a little payback was in order.

Julie sat back down on the sofa and watched as Jayne continued to smear herself with the chocolate. Even just watching was the best thing ever and Julie's couldn't resist rubbing herself through her jeans. Wanting still more, she passed the bottle to Jayne and told her to apply it to herself. Time and time again Jayne squeezed the bottle until it was all but empty. Inevitably it ran down, over her stomach and onto the waistband of her jeans. As Jayne smeared her hands across her stomach she was pushing her fingers lower, reaching beneath her jeans. The next step followed as naturally as night follows day.

"Undo your jeans; push them down, that's right, and your panties. Now squeeze some chocolate onto your hands and rub it into your pussy. Rub it right in. That's it, oh yes! That's it!"

As Jayne rubbed the chocolate deep into her pussy so to Julie rubbed her own pussy through the material of her jeans. Julie thought she had never seen anything as hot as Jayne, standing there, her jeans and panties around her knees, squeezing dollops of chocolate onto her hand and rubbed it into herself. Little dribbles ran down the inside of her thighs but it didn't seem to bother her. With her increasing arousal Jayne was getting unsteady on her feet and, scared that she might fall and hurt herself Julie ordered her to lie down on the hearth rug but still to continue with what she was doing.

"You're not to come, you're not allowed to come," Julie ordered as it became apparent that Jayne's climax was close. "Keep on playing with yourself, it still feels the sexiest thing ever, the feel of the chocolate on your pussy is the biggest turn on ever but you're not allowed to come."

Julie watched as Jayne's frustration grew. It was evident that she was so near the peak of sexual ecstasy but not quite able to make it to the finish line. Chocolate was squeezing through her fingers and her whole groin, like her breasts, was one sticky chocolate mess but, however hard she worked, she couldn't find release. Julie finally took pity on her.

"OK, you can come now."

As Jayne's dam burst within her all the pent up frustrations came flooding out. She curled up in a ball, both hands clamped between her thighs as, with a series of strange animal cries, she rode the waves of her orgasm. Time and time again she would press her hands between her thighs, rubbing the sweet sticky mess of chocolate and her own juices directly onto herself. In the end she was so overcome she was sobbing with emotion. Julie was almost jealous; she had never come that strongly, whatever the circumstances.

And then the last wave broke and Jayne was finally able to relax. Drained and exhausted, she just lay there, getting her breath back. Finally she lifted her dishevelled head from the floor and looked at Julie and then down at the mess all over her near naked body. Julie could see that Jayne's eyes were clearing, her inner self was returning, the effect of the drug was all but over.

"You...." Jayne started but she didn't have the words. She just shook her head wearily.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry...," Julie replied. Now that it was over she was horrified by how much she had got carried away. For one thing her friend was all but covered in chocolate sauce, and, then, well, there was the orgasm. This was all far, far more than she had meant to do.

Jayne just shook her head, clambered to her feet and, tugging up her jeans and panties, staggered from the room. Julie heard the bathroom door slam upstairs and, remembering how she had felt afterwards, left her to it.

Come seven o'clock and Julie felt it was time to offer an olive branch. She went upstairs and gently knocked on Jayne's door.

"I'm going to the Jade Garden to pick up a take-away. Can I get you anything? I'm paying," she asked through the door.

"Beef with ginger and egg fried rice," came the muffled reply. "Oh, and if you're paying, let's have some spring rolls."

Julie went downstairs, grabbed her handbag, and went out to the Jade Garden, their local Chinese restaurant. When she returned twenty minutes later she found Jayne busy in the kitchen. She was wearing her dressing gown and, rather noticeably, the washing machine was running. The table was laid and there were plates warming in the oven. Julie put the take away on the table and, together, they sat down to eat.

"Do you think it's African or Indian?" Jayne asked after a while.

"What?"

"The elephant in the room," Jayne explained.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry," Julie said. "I... I got carried away. I really didn't mean to...."

"You didn't mean to give me the best orgasm I've ever had," Jayne said with a laugh. "OK, let's get this straight. I now know what you mean about waking up, how it's a bit of a shock and, to tell the truth, I never thought for one moment that you would make me.... What was it with all that chocolate? What the fuck was that all that about?"

"I wanted to see if you could get turned on by something you normally don't like. I know how you have a thing about chocolate and so...."

"Well, the simple answer is, yes, you can," Jayne said with a wry grin. 

"And does it still affect you? Will you be bulk buying chocolate sauce in future?"

"No, thank god, but I can still vaguely remember what it felt like. I still think that chocolate sauce is nauseous and not in the least bit sexy but I will admit that, I've never, ever, felt anything like it. I'm still not sure whether to be cross or delighted."

"Please don't be cross," Julie pleaded.

"No, I'm not, not really. Anyway, it's given me some ideas for next time. Don't forget, it will be your turn to be under my evil influence. Now I know what's allowed, well, there are all sorts of things I can make you do."

"You're OK with having a next time?" Julie asked.

"More than that, I'm going to insist upon it. Now, do you want any more of those spring rolls?"

****************************** Session Three: Jayne controls Julie ******************************

All through the week Julie couldn't help but worry over this genie she had uncorked from the bottle. She'd got carried away and, by doing so, had effectively given Jayne carte blanche. She thought about what she had made Jayne do and fretted over Jayne's jest that she would give as good as she got. However, she couldn't, with all conscience, back out now. She even thought about pleading 'time of the month' but that would only postpone the problem and, anyway, as two women living closely together, they were aware of each other's menstrual cycles and Jayne would know she was lying.

Meanwhile Jayne was also mulling over exactly what she would order Julie to do. She had been quite shocked at what Julie had put her through, not so much at being ordered to make a spectacle of herself, but more the simple fact that had been Julie that had ordered her to do so. She always thought of Julie as a bit of a goody-goody. Although she had loosened up over the years they had known each other she was hardly a party animal and, to Jayne's almost certain knowledge, still a virgin. 

She thought back over the experience. She could remember quite clearly how it started, kneeling in front of Julie, taking her top off and being ordered to play with her nipples. Then it all became a bit of a blur. There was something about sticking needles in her nipples and then... and then.... She had only the very vaguest recollections of the whole chocolate thing. But somewhere in there was a memory of Julie licking the chocolate off her nipples. Was it real? It seemed a bit bold for someone like Julie. On the other hand, when she had 'come too', in among the jumble of confused emotions at finding herself stark naked and covered in chocolate, there was also the image of Julie's face. Was that a smear of chocolate on her cheek? Exactly what liberties had Julie taken and, if there was any truth in these memories, what exactly did it mean.

These suspicions weren't allayed when, somewhat nervously, Julie had asked just how much Jayne had remembered. She had wrapped it up in a 'scientific' discussion comparing their experiences during which they had agreed that they had both undergone the same gradual diminishing of the inner self as the effects of the drug got stronger. Where they differed was that Julie's return to normality had been also been gradual. Jayne, on the other hand, had known nothing until regaining consciousness at the peak of her orgasm. Julie speculated that the intensity of the orgasm might have been the trigger for the return to normality.




Side Effects



"So, you're saying that, if you come hard enough, it undoes the effect of the drug?" Jayne asked with a smile.

"I guess so."

"Hmm...." Jayne was thoughtful and Julie wondered what she was planning.

As she thought it over Jayne resolved that, whatever the truth of the matter, she would give as good as she had got, in both senses of the word. Julie had given her an orgasm straight from heaven. Now it was time to return the favour. On the other hand, Jayne could not forget the shock and embarrassment of 'waking up' to find herself naked and covered in chocolate. She determined to return that 'favour' as well.

Julie was noticeably nervous as they sat down together after lunch on Sunday. However she still had one of the pills, along with a poppy seed roll, on a plate in front of her.

"Are you sure you're up for this," Jayne asked.

"Yes, yes, I am," Julie replied. She wasn't sure at all but Jayne's concern had put some of her fears to rest. Jayne might have a robust sense of humour but she was still her oldest and closest friend and Julie knew she would come to no real harm.

As Julie took the pill and chewed on the roll, they agreed that, while they watched Downton Abbey, they would use making a cup of tea as a test to ascertain whether Julie was under the influence. Jayne would demand a cuppa at every add break and, if Julie could refuse to make the tea, then she would. If she couldn't then... well, Jayne would know the reason why. Julie reached for the remote and switched on the TV.

At the second add break Julie found that she had to fight the urge to get up and make the tea following Jayne's demand but, as she was still in control, she refused. However, Jayne spotted the hesitation in her refusal.

"Hello," she said with a smile. "I think someone is slipping under the influence." She reached for the remote and switched the TV off.

"I still won't make the tea."

"Maybe not now but you will real soon. Your nose is itchy, very very itchy."

Julie couldn't help herself. Her hand reached up and scratched the side of her nose.

"You're right on the edge, aren't you?" Jayne asked.

"I could probably fight it for a while," Julie replied.

"Yeah, 'cause you can still talk. Neither of us has been able to talk once we're under. Have you noticed that?"

"I don't... I don't...," and, she couldn't talk any more.

"And she's gone!" Jayne all but crowed.

Jayne was right. Julie's inner self was no longer able to control the outer self enough for speech. With a sense of 'here we go' she wondered what Jayne had in store for her.

Meanwhile Jayne watched as her friends eyes glazed over. She knew from experience that this didn't mean that Julie wasn't aware. She had quite a few minutes before she went into what Jayne, in her head, called zombie mode. After what she had been put through last week there was a certain amount of license and she was determined to use it to loosen her friend up a bit. She had already decided that she would start this session where she left off last time. She was all prepared and her iPod was ready waiting in the docking station for exactly this moment so she reached for remote. One click of the button and the room was filled with the sounds of Fat Larry's Zoom.

"Stand up and dance for me," Jayne ordered. "That's it, feel the music, let it flow through you, making you feel so sexy. You want to do a really sexy dance, you want to do a slow, sexy striptease for me. You want to try to turn me on. It turns you on to try and turn me on. That's the way."

Jayne watched as Julie, following her orders, got to her feet and started to dance. She wished Julie had chosen something a bit nicer to wear. A striptease just isn't the same when the dancer is wearing a baggy tee shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Still, that wouldn't last for long.

Julie's emotions were a little more complex. Although she was no longer in control of her outer self the drug had yet to fully take hold and as Jayne ordered her to start dancing she was still completely aware of what she was doing. As she started her striptease part of her inner self was appalled at the complete and utter slut that her outer self had become. She caught sight of herself in the mirror over the fireplace and, despite the rather frumpy outfit, there was no doubt that the woman who was wearing them had the morals of an alley cat. On the other hand, as she watched herself push down the tracksuit bottoms, wasn't this what she was after, all along?

Ever since her childhood her fantasies had been about being controlled and, ever since puberty, they had involved being 'forced' into behaving lewdly. Admittedly, in her fantasies, her controller had been some mysterious androgynous figure rather than her best friend but that didn't stop her inner self thrilling to this as much as her outer self was. She watched in the mirror as, now wearing only her bra and panties, her body swayed and gyrated to the music. It was hard to tell how much it was the effects of the drug that had turned her into this slut, this trollop, this floosie who now had her hand stuffed inside her panties, or how much was her outer self simply acting out the deepest, darkest desires of her inner self.

She'd been brought up to be a "good girl", taught from the earliest age that flaunting yourself was wrong, dirty, obscene. The girl in the mirror was all of this and more. Even the boring plain white cotton of her panties couldn't disguise the way her hand was working between her thighs. 

And it felt so good; it felt amazing. Her whole body was alive, tingling with the excitement. Oh, many were the nights that she had lain in bed imagining this moment but, now that it was real, it completely surpassed her expectations. There was only one problem, she was fading, her inner self was fast receding, her outer self had completely taken over.

Jayne was, quite frankly, amazed at what she had unleashed. Despite the boring, boring clothes Julie striptease was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. Julie, mousey, quiet Julie, was quite obviously hot to trot and her whole dance routine expressed this graphically and left no doubt as to the depth and intensity of her desire. She was on her knees, one hand deep inside her panties, the other holding her bra over her breasts while simultaneously massaging them.

It should not be possible to shuffle across the floor in a sensuous manner but that is what Julie managed until she was right in front of Jayne. Thrusting her torso forward she let the bra slip from her breast, exposing a nipple and then hiding it again. Swaying to the music she again and again offered fleeting glimpses, evidently she had picked up on the tease part of 'striptease', and then, suddenly, the bra was cast aside and now each breast was covered with a hand, a hand that caressed and massaged, lifting them up as if to offer them to Jayne.

Mesmerised, Jayne leant forward. Julie seemed to be offering her breasts up to be kissed and, if that was what she wanted.... But, just as Jayne's lips were about to touch, Julie rolled away. She stood up and, still taking her time from the music, went over to the French windows and, taking the floor length curtain, wrapped it around her. There was some shuffling and then her panties fell to her feet. Still dancing, Julie used the curtain to conceal her body until, as the song climaxed, she stepped out and bowed before Jayne, as naked as the day she was born.

Jayne was astounded. She had never seen anything like it. Julie had revealed that, once the painfully shy surface was removed, she was a natural erotic dancer and what a turn on! Julie's pubic bush was glistening with signs of her arousal and Jayne knew that hers was just as damp. Now Jayne was torn between her original plan and something rather different. She could imagine Julie, on her knees in front of her, kissing her thighs, kissing higher, kissing her....

If Jayne hadn't been wearing jeans then that is what might well have happened but, aware that Julie's dance had taken some time and that the effects wouldn't last forever, it was time to move on to the second part of her plan.

"Go and fetch your vibrator," Jayne ordered.

Julie just stood there. Jayne was dumbstruck; Julie had been given a simple straightforward order and was not following it. What had gone wrong? Were the drugs not working?

"Go and fetch your vibrator," Jayne repeated but this time, as she looked at Julie she could see that her eyes, along with the usual glaze, had a troubled look. Julie wasn't rebelling or anything like that. And then the penny dropped.

"Don't tell me you don't have a vibrator! God, what woman.... Oh, never mind. Go up to my room and look in the top draw of my bedside cabinet. Bring down...," Jayne ran through the contents of her draw in her head, "...the black vibrator you'll find there."

Julie hurried off to obey, returning moments later with Jayne's nine inches of black pleasure. Jayne sat back on the sofa and ordered Julie to sit in one of the armchairs opposite.

"Switch on the vibrator, err... twist the bit at the bottom. That's right, now use it on yourself. No, don't just poke it inside, use it on the outside, lay it along your slit, feel how good it is against yourself, feel the vibrations, feel how they tingle on your clit, feel how it turns you on. No, keep your legs open. I want to watch. More than that, you want me to watch; you want to show me how good it feels."

For the second time that afternoon, Jayne sat back and watched as her friend gave her a sex show. It wasn't as artistic as the first one; it was more sensual than sensuous but watching Julie discover just what a vibrator can do made Jayne wish that she had one as well. Jayne felt too distant so she went over, sat on the arm of the chair and leant across to put her arm around her friend's neck. From there it just seemed natural to reach for her friend's breast and to play with her nipple.

"That's it," Jayne urged. "Feel how good it is, feel how much it turns you on. You want it inside you, you want to feel it filling you up, you want to feel how deep it can go but not yet! Just play around the outside, feel it against your clit, feel it, feel it! Now, just a little bit inside you, just the tip. Feel how easy it slips inside, feel how much you want it all the way in but you can't, you have to wait a while yet. That's it, with your right hand you play with your clitty and with your left you play with the vibrator. Deeper now, just a bit deeper, not all the way, not yet, not yet. You're not allowed to have it all the way in and you're not allowed to come, not until I say so."

It was easy to see how close Julie was to climaxing but Jayne wanted to build the tension to boiling point before allowing her friend release. The longer she could delay her orgasm the better it would be when the time came. On the other hand she knew the clock was ticking. The effect of the pill only lasted around an hour and she wanted Julie to experience, as she had done, the shattering effects of 'waking up' in the middle of the ultimate climax.

So, for just a little longer, she teased Julie by forcing her to hold back, keeping her on the edge, keeping her just short until.

"Now, Julie, now! Push it all the way in, feel every inch and come for me, come, come!"

Julie thrust the vibrator inside herself and rubbed furiously against her groin until, with a massive cry, her orgasm exploded within her. She rolled towards Jayne who hugged her close as wave after wave after wave crashed though her body. And then, when she could take no more, she simply sobbed, completely overcome and Jayne, still hugging her close, rocked her in her arms, calming her as she would a little child. For a while they just sat there, the naked Julie wrapped in Jayne's arms letting the world settle back down again.

Then Julie took her hand from between her thighs and, with it, the vibrator. She stared at it before switching it off.

"Are you OK," Jayne asked gently.

Julie looked almost scared as she extracted herself from Jayne's hug and, rather shakily, got to her feet.

"Are you OK," Jayne repeated but, by then, Julie was making for the door and, moments later, Jayne heard the slam of her bedroom door.

Upstairs, in her room, Julie lay on her bed, wrapped in her dressing gown and shaking like a leaf. She had got, after all, exactly what she had asked for but, when it had happened, she had never expected to be so completely overwhelmed. Now she understood why Jayne had been unable to talk to her last time. To find oneself, suddenly, in the midst of... of... she had never, ever, experienced anything as intense, as powerful as the orgasm that she had woken up in the middle of. Oh, she had, from time to time, indulged herself, lost herself in her fantasies while her busy fingers took her to the peak, but the resulting orgasms were pale shadows beside what she had just been through. 

And then there was the matter of the vibrator. She still had it, she had been too preoccupied to give it back and it now stood upright on her dressing table, its stiff black accusing finger a reminder of what she had just done. She had never seen it before; presumably it belonged to Jayne, it certainly wasn't hers. She had never owned one and, up until then, nothing other than tampons had ever been 'up there'. She was very much a virgin, and when she had 'awoken' to find it buzzing away, deep, deep inside, it too had been too much to deal with. She ought to give it back but first it would need a thorough wash. 

Far more complex was how this changed her relationship with Jayne. They were friends, best friends, and it's only natural that best friends care for each other but, when she had 'woken' wrapped in Jayne's arms, it had felt very right. She had been overwhelmed by the sheer force of the conflicting emotions, the sheer joy and elation of the orgasm, the way every nerve in her body had shone with pleasure, all mixed with the uncontrollable panic that she was beginning to recognise as part of the waking up process. In among all this she had turned to Jayne, actively sought her out, and her arms had, for a while, been a safe haven.

And then the panic had taken over and she had run away. 

Actually, she was beginning to recognise that the panic was part and parcel of the 'waking up' process. Although, on the previous occasion, she had come too without the benefit of the mind blowing orgasm, she had still panicked. She had still felt the need to be far away from her controller. Although they hadn't talked about it, she had seen the same thing in Jayne's eyes. 

But she couldn't hide away in her room forever. What's more, after last weekend, at least Jayne would understand some of the embarrassment. Already she felt quite a bit better so she got up, wrapped her dressing gown about herself and went downstairs. She went into the front room where Jayne was sat watching telly. Her clothes had been neatly folded and placed on the table. She went over and picked them up. Jayne looked up and gave her a weak smile.

"I... I see what you mean about orgasms," Julie said with a little laugh.

"It's all a bit much to deal with, isn't it? At least you didn't wake up covered in chocolate! Seriously, are you OK?"

"I'm fine and no, maybe I wasn't covered in chocolate but I did have your vibrator stuffed up me. I'm not sure I wouldn't have preferred the chocolate."

"I can do chocolate if you want," Jayne replied.

"Not right now, if you don't mind. What I want now is a cuppa."

"Coming right up," Jayne said as she got out of her chair and headed for the kitchen. Julie thought about getting dressed but, with a cup of tea in the offing, her emotional exhaustion took over so she put her clothes back down and sat down on the sofa with her feet up. Moments later Jayne reappeared with two teas and handed her one.

"So, really, are you OK with all this?" Jayne asked as she sat down.

"I'm fine, really, I'm fine. It's all a bit much at times but it's fascinating, really fascinating. I just wish I could remember more."

"I know what you mean about that one. Once you're in zombie mode you can't fight it, it all goes blurry and the next thing you know you're waking up covered in chocolate."

"I wish you'd stop going on about that chocolate," Julie said with a laugh. "But, zombie mode, yeah, that's a good name for it. I mean there's a bit while you're still conscious but can't do anything but after that, well, nothing."

"Well, nothing except the best orgasms ever," Jayne replied.

Julie just blushed.

"Well, you went to the Jade Garden last week; I guess this week it's my turn. What would you like me to get?"

And, with that, the subject was closed.

****************************** Session Four: Julie controls Jayne ******************************

For a number of reasons it was two weeks until the next suitable Sunday rolled around. Julie had plenty of time to think and, as a constant reminder, she still had Jayne's vibrator. Oh, she had washed it thoroughly and, as practical as ever, had even replaced the batteries but, somehow, she still hadn't given it back. Instead she placed it, point upwards on her dressing table, a constant reminder of what had been done to her.

Because, whether she wanted it or not, there were subtle changes happening in her relationship with Jayne. There seemed to be some unspoken agreement not to discuss the sessions too much but, somehow, they were closer and there was that 'I've seen you naked' feeling between them. When they sat on the sofa together they would find themselves touching more, cuddling up together, even if there wasn't the slightest hint of anything sexual about it. 

But, however chaste their 'normal' lives, there was no doubt about the sexual element that ran through the Sunday afternoon sessions. At the time Julie had felt guilty about kissing Jayne's nipples. There was no denying that Jayne had got her own back and, in so doing, had cranked up the permissiveness. And this brought Julie back to the question of what she was going to make Jayne do. She stared at Jayne's vibrator which still stood on her dressing table begging to be used. 

Come Sunday she and Jayne were in the kitchen making a light brunch. Jayne, after a lazy morning was still in her PJs and dressing gown.

"All set for this afternoon?" Julie asked. "I got some fresh poppy seed rolls."

"All set," Jayne replied. "In fact, is there any reason to wait?"

"No, I'll go and get the pills. Do you want to get changed and then we'll meet up back in the lounge."

"I'll see you there," Jayne replied.

"When Julie returned downstairs she found Jayne in the lounge all ready with a buttered roll. However, she was still in her dressing gown.

"Are you not getting changed," Julie asked.

"Seeing as how, every single time we've done this the one taking the pill has ended up naked there doesn't seem to be much point," Jayne pointed out. "Of course, if you've got other plans...."

"OK, point made," Julie replied. "Now, here's the pill." She handed over the pill and a glass of water. "Shall we watch Downton?"

"What else," Jayne said cheerfully as she swallowed down the pill and started in on the roll. Julie reached for the remote and turned the TV on.

Come the second add break Julie turned towards Jayne.

"No, I won't make the tea," Jayne said firmly before Julie could even open her mouth.

"Methinks she dost protest too much," Julie returned.

"No, I'm simply not under the influence yet."

"What, not even your nose, your really itchy nose," Julie said and she was delighted to see Jayne raise her hand and scratch the end of her nose.

"That's different," Jayne complained giving her a look. "That one works with or without...," she once again reached for her nose. "Look, can you tell me to stop or something, it's really annoying."




Side Effects



"Are you still claiming you're not under the influence?"

"I... I...," but Jayne was losing the ability to talk and Julie watched as she slipped under the drug's control.

"OK, your nose has stopped itching now but...," Julie thought quickly. She needed to make sure. What would be a quick test? "Stand up, put your hand down your PJs and play with your pussy," she ordered.

To Julies gratification Jayne got out of her chair, unfastened her dressing gown, pushed her hand under the elasticated waist of her PJs and, by the way the material moved, it was evident she was playing with herself. That was all the proof that Julie needed; Jayne would never have done that so complacently without the effect of the drug. Now she had to move fast if she wanted to get the next bit in before Jayne went so far under that she lost all memory. She told Jayne to stand still while she nipped upstairs and fetched the vibrator from her dressing table. When she returned downstairs Jayne was still standing with her dressing gown wide open and her hand down her PJs.

"Here, take off your PJ bottoms, take this vibrator and go and go sit on that chair," Julie ordered. "You're going to give me a show, a demonstration of how much you like using your vibrator. Oh, and you love it that I'm watching, it really turns you on that I'm watching, it brings out the exhibitionist in you and you really, really want to do the best show possible for me."

Jayne did as she was told, sitting on the arm chair with her legs, like her dressing gown, wide open. She undid the jacket of her PJs before switching on the vibrator and, while her left hand reached for her groin, with her right she stroked the vibrator across her nipples. 

Julie had to admit that, in a completely slutty way, Jayne looked incredibly sexy as she played the vibrator across her body. Julie had expected Jayne to go straight for her pussy but, evidently, using the vibrator against her breasts was the warm up, the foreplay. Julie wondered just how aware Jayne's inner self was, how much it had faded, and, if she was still aware, what it must feel like to be acting like this. Part of her wished it was the other way around, part of her wished that it was her that had been ordered to play the slut.

Jayne stopped using the vibrator on her breasts and, while her left hand held her pussy lips open, her right hand stroked the tip of the vibrator up and down it. She was certainly leaving nothing to the imagination and the extent of her arousal was apparent from the juices that glistened on her pussy lips. Her juices also helped the vibrator slide up and down, back and forth over her sensitive flesh.

Bit by bit, Jayne started to push the vibrator inside her. Not all the way in, nor for long. Rather, as she slid the tip of the vibrator downwards she would continue on past her clit and into her vagina, pushing it and inch or so inside her. Jayne had done this a couple of times when, to Julie's amazement, she took the vibrator, still slick with her juices, put it to her lips and, looking Julie straight in the eye, ran her tongue along its length.

In all her life Julie had never seen anything so incredibly sexy. There was something deliciously dirty about it. It had only been one brief moment, Jayne had immediately returned the vibrator to her pussy, but it had thrilled Julie to her core.

"Do that again!" Julie ordered. "Lick your vibrator again. I want to see you lick it clean. I want to see you taste your juices, taste how good they are, taste how good they make you feel. That's right, now put it back inside you and get juicy again."

On Julie's command, Jayne was alternately dipping the vibrator inside her pussy and then returning it to her mouth and licking it clean. The sight of Jayne's tongue sliding up and down the black length of the vibrator was something else and, as she watched, Julie was getting more and more aroused. Jayne's pussy wasn't the only one running with juices. And that led directly to Julie's next command.

"Come here," she ordered. "Take off your dressing gown, hand me the vibrator and kneel on the floor in front of me." 

As Jayne got into position Julie slipped off her tracksuit bottoms and panties and slid forward in the armchair so that she was perched on the edge of the seat and Jayne was kneeling between her knees. She looked at the vibrator that Jayne had passed to her but it didn't feel right. It was too hard, too inorganic so she put it on the coffee table and, instead, reached with her fingers, slipping them into her own slick and waiting pussy. When she took them out again they glistened with wetness. She held her hand in front of Jayne's face.

"You like pussy juices, now taste mine. Lick my fingers clean. Go on, taste how good my juices are. They taste so much better than yours. You can't get enough, they drive you crazy with desire, you're intoxicated by them. Do you want some more? Of course you do."

Maybe Julie shouldn't have used the phrase 'drive you crazy with desire' but, as she returned her fingers to her pussy so as to replenish them Jayne followed eagerly as if desperate not to miss a moment and, almost inevitably, it ended up with Jayne still trying to lick Julie's fingers as they disappeared inside her. In her desperation to get what she wanted Jayne nudged Julie's fingers away with her face and was now probing her tongue into all the nooks and crannies of the very source of those juices.

Julie had never felt anything like it. Obviously she had heard of cunnilingus and understood in principle how it worked. She had listened to friends boasting about having it done to them. What she had never done was actually experience one and, for all the build up, she had never dreamed that the actual thing could be this good.

"Oh, yes! Lick me, lick my pussy!" she gasped as she removed her fingers which were now just getting in the way. 

Jayne's busy tongue was now licking and probing every bit it could reach and, inevitably, she ended up running her tongue directly across the inflamed nubbin of Julie's clit. Julie couldn't help but blurt out 'yes, like that, oh god, like that, but harder' which, of course, Jayne took as a direct order.

If it had been good before it was heavenly now and Julie just lay back and wallowed. The orgasm that she had experienced last time had been earth shattering but it had been isolated, a climax with no foreplay. Now, with Jayne's busy tongue lap, lapping away at her ever swelling clitoris, Julie could enjoy the journey as well as the destination. She had never, ever, in her wildest dreams imagined anything could be as good as this and, even had she wanted to, she was incapable of ordering Jayne to stop.

Not that Jayne would want to stop. She had been programmed to become stimulated by the taste of Julie's juices and, now that they were in plentiful supply, that was what she was doing. There was an urgency, a real sense of desire as her tongue worked away at Julie's pussy and, like Julie, she was getting increasingly aroused. It seemed a little unfair to Julie that she should be getting all the attention so, between gasps, she ordered Jayne to carry on but to play with herself as she did so.

"But you're not to come, not until I say so," Julie said urgently. If Jayne were to climax then the spell could well be broken and Julie couldn't risk that.

Time and time again Julie would feel the sensations within her peaking to create mini orgasms, each perfect in its way but each promising much more when the end came. The steady flick, flick, flick of Jayne's tongue as it worked away between her thighs, running back and forth, back and forth carried her higher and higher as, unable to do other than follow orders, Jayne carried on doing it 'like that, but harder'. Julie felt the tension rise and rise, the roil of sensations within her became almost too much to bear until...

"Now! Oh, god, yes, now! Come now! So good, so good, oh yes, Oh, yes! Oh YES!"

This wasn't the first orgasm Julie had experienced, that had been a couple of weeks earlier, but it was the first where she had travelled the entire journey and the explosion, there was no other word for it, seemed to take her out of her body and into another world. She was vaguely aware that, between her knees, Jayne was also climaxing and she reached down and vaguely stroked her head.

She was still getting her breath back when she realised that Jayne was trying to untangle herself from between her legs. She watched as Jayne struggled to her feet, grabbed her dressing gown, and headed for the door.

"Please, Jayne," Julie called out after her but it was too late. She almost followed after Jayne but she was aware that, on recovering from the after effects of the drug, she might well need some time alone. She gathered up her panties and tracksuit bottoms but, before putting them back on, she would need a wash so, still naked from the waist down, she headed for the bathroom.

Once she had cleaned up Julie returned to the lounge and settled down on the sofa with a cup of tea and her latest book. She hadn't been there long when Jayne appeared.

"I'm sorry," Julie started. "I guess I went too far, again."

"It was inevitable that one of us was going to do it," Jayne replied with a smile. "I guess I should be grateful that you let me come as well. So, did you enjoy yourself?"

"I... I've never done anything like that before," Julie said, blushing furiously.

"Bit of a first for me too. Still, it gives me some ideas for next time."

"Next time?"

"Oh, yes. There are plenty more pills in that box of yours, aren't there? Anyway, what are your thoughts about eating tonight? I think it's your turn at the Jade Garden."

Sometime later, as she was clearing away the dishes Julie looked up across at Jayne who was tidying the kitchen table. "Jayne," she said. "About earlier...."

"Are you still feeling guilty?"

"A bit. Well, more than a bit, I guess. I didn't mean to... well, I got carried away. I mean, it's not the sort of thing we would do if it weren't for the drug, is it?"

Jayne looked over at her friend and could see her worry written all over her face. She went over and took the dish that Julie was drying from her hands, put it down on the kitchen work surface, and then reached out and held her.

"It's OK, really it is," Jayne said gently. "Well, I'm OK with it. How about you? Are you OK with it all?"

"It's just... I feel I used you," Julie replied.

"And if I'm OK with that then where's the problem?"

"Well, wasn't it a bit yucky?"

"No, it wasn't yucky. Giving you an orgasm could never be yucky. I lo... I'm too fond of you for that." Jayne leaned forward and gave Julie a kiss, just a little peck on the forehead, but a kiss none the less. "Now, come along, let's get cleared up. There's a new drama series starting on the telly and I don't want to miss it."

But, as they settled together on the sofa in front of the TV, Julie was still mulling things over. She had crossed a line, there was no denying it and yet Jayne treated it as if nothing had happened. She felt as if she had opened a can of worms, brought to the fore a whole number of questions about how she felt about Jayne and, for that matter, how Jayne felt about her. They were friends, close friends, even very close friends but even the closest of friends don't give each other orgasms, do they?

And, if they were more than friends then what did that make them? Julie snuggled up closer to Jayne on the sofa. There was a closeness, an intimacy, that comes from a long friendship but did that make them... what? Lovers? They had sat like this a thousand times before but, somehow, now, for Julie, it was different. 

Jayne must have noticed Julie's disquiet as she reached over and put her arm around Julie's shoulders, bringing her in closer.

"Are you OK?" she asked softly.

"Just fine," Julie lied.

****************************** Session five: Jayne controls Julie ******************************

All through the week Julie was left wondering where this was all going. She had crossed a line, they had crossed a line, and nothing would ever be the same again. She knew she ought to talk to Jayne, to sort this out, to re-establish some boundaries but there never seemed to be the right moment and, as for Jayne, she seem completely unperturbed by it all.

All too quickly Sunday rolled around again. 

"Are we still on for this afternoon," Julie asked as she and Jayne, both still in their PJs and dressing gown, shared brunch together.

"Of course," Jayne replied. "I do hope you remembered to buy some poppy seed rolls."

"They're in the bread bin, all ready to go."

"There's just one point I want to clarify," Jayne said, thoughtfully. "We both know that having an orgasm snaps you out of it. Indeed, that's the only way I've ever come out of it. But the first time, you just recovered naturally. What was that like; was it sudden or gradual?"

"It was gradual," Julie replied. "It was a bit like... well, you know, when it starts, the way you're aware but sort of disconnected. And then, bit by bit, the inner self recedes. Waking up is the opposite. Your inner self becomes more and more dominant until... until you're back in control again. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, that would be telling," Jayne said with a laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Oh, I'd never worry about that," Julie said, almost to herself.

An hour or so later they made their way to the lounge. Neither of them had bothered to get dressed, preferring to remain in PJs and dressing gowns and, as always, they sat together on the sofa and set up Downton Abbey on the TV. Julie was increasingly apprehensive but, having already taken the pill, it was far too late to back out now. 

It took until the third add break before the effects started and, as ever, this was tested by ordering Julie to make a cup of tea. However, when she returned, somewhat to the surprise of her inner self, she wasn't ordered to take off her PJs, or to play with herself, or any of the increasingly daring things that had happened over previous weeks. Rather Jayne insisted that she wanted to finish watching Downton and simply told Julie to lie down beside her on the sofa with her head resting on Jayne's lap. Jayne then resumed watching the TV all the while gently stroking Julie's hair. Julie felt safe and protected but this was hardly a test of the efficacy of the pills. Bit by bit Julie's inner self receded and then it all got a bit blurred until....

Julie could tell she was no longer on the sofa but was on her knees; she also felt enclosed but she wasn't sure by what. There was an overwhelming feeling of contentment, of well-being, of happiness. And, of course, there was the warming glow from between her thighs she had come to almost expect. But more than all these things there was this taste, this taste she was lapping up, this taste she couldn't get enough of.

"Oh, god that's good," she heard Jayne groan and, as the mists cleared a little more, Julie realized just where she was and what she was doing. It was Jayne's knees that were enclosing her and, of course, it was Jayne's taste that she was lapping up so eagerly. Her inner self felt that she ought to find this yucky but, for the life of her, it wasn't. Her outer self was loving every moment, that was what it was that was turning her on so much, and her inner self was caught up in this pleasure. She couldn't control her tongue as it flick, flick flicked across the inflamed nubbin of Jayne's clit but, even if she could, she wasn't at all sure she would want to stop.

"Harder, please, harder," Jayne ordered and Julie's outer self obeyed without demur. Julie could sense Jayne's body responding and began to wish that she had got control. Her outer self was all very well but it was an automaton. If she could just... if she could just... and then, quite suddenly, she could. She was back in control.

There was just the briefest flash of panic but, unlike previous times, she could control it and it was gone almost as fast as it had arrived. Maybe it was because, on previous occasions, she had been uncomfortable with what she was doing whereas, this time, it felt right and natural. Still, she hadn't got time to ponder, she didn't want to break the flow.

She didn't change much, she knew from when Jayne had done it to her that a steady rhythm was what was needed, but by subtly changing the angle of her head she could improve the way her tongue lay across Jayne's clit and, rather that having her arms hang lifeless, she reached up to grip Jayne's thighs so as to improve her purchase. Jayne gave a little start at this but, tellingly, didn't order her to stop.

They say that sometimes it is better to give than to receive and, at that moment, this was exactly how Julie felt. Maybe it was the remnant effects of the drug but she could feel her friend's pleasure and that, in turn, gave her pleasure. She wanted to make Jayne come, not from any selfish reason, not to win a prize or anything, but simply as a gift, a gift of....

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Jayne gasped. "Like that, just like that, just a little bit harder, please, harder, oh please don't stop, oh please don't.... oh yes, oh yes, oh YES!!!"

Julie was glad she was hanging on to Jayne's thighs as she had to hold on quite tightly to stay with Jayne as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Julie's mouth was flooded with Jayne's juices but it wasn't yucky at all, it was proof positive of the strength of Jayne emotions, the strength of her orgasm, an orgasm that Julie could proudly take credit for.

And then it was over and Jayne collapsed back into the sofa. For a while Julie remained knelt on the floor until Jayne insisted that she come up and join her, both lying lengthways, both wrapped in each others arms.

"When did you wake up?" Jayne asked after a while.

"Wake up? When was I compos mentis? Quite a bit before the end."

"I thought as much. It's different when it's the real you. Anyway, thanks for not freaking out."

"You're welcome," Julie said. "After all, I couldn't leave you high and dry, could I?"

"And you didn't get the panic? You know, the 'I've got to run away' thing."

"No, well, just a bit. It just felt so right when I was under your control and, when I woke up, well, that didn't change. Anyway, I can't stay here all afternoon; I need to wipe my face."

"Must you? I'm rather enjoying it here with you."

"Yes, I must. I'm all sticky."

"I could return the favour, if you want," Jayne said with a sly smile.

Julie looked at her friend lying on the sofa. It was a tempting offer and there was no doubt that she still had an unresolved tingle between her thighs but... well... now that she was no longer drugged it was a bit... a bit... lesbian, wasn't it. She and Jayne were just friends, OK, really good friends but it didn't go any further than that, did it? She could feel her resolve crumbling and the implications scared her.

"No, it's OK, I really need to get a wash," Julie said, rather more firmly than she meant to and, with that, she got up off the sofa and set off for the bathroom. When she returned ten minutes later, she was not only washed but dressed. 

"I never did get to finish Downton," she said as she sat back down next to Jayne. "Come on, I want to know how it finishes."

"Well, wait for me then. It's my turn to get washed," Jayne replied and when she returned, she too was dressed and it was as if nothing had happened.

****************************** Session six: Julie controls Jayne ******************************

Throughout the next week Julie couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Previously any sexual contact between them had been confined to where one of them was 'under the influence'. However, this time, when she had 'come round' they had still carried on. It was one thing to muck around with sex as part of 'the experiment', it was something completely different to carry on afterwards. Whether she liked it or not, Julie was beginning to acknowledge that there was an emotional aspect to what they were doing and that changed everything.




Side Effects



It also raised the big, big question of what did she want out of the next session? She could carry on as before, pushing Jayne to do more and more bizarre things so as to explore the bounds of what she would do under the influence of the drug. She could try and keep the emotional side out of it, try and continue just to use Jayne as some sort of life size doll, but, after the last time, she knew that this wouldn't be enough. The way she had 'woken up', the way that it had slipped, seamlessly, into something she was doing because she wanted to, had profoundly affected her. It had felt so right, by giving Jayne pleasure, she had, in return, received pleasure. This is what she wanted to do, to give as well as receive, to share, to bond.

And that, in turn, raised its own questions. If what she wanted was to make love to Jayne then what did that make her? She'd never been particularly attracted to boys, had never seen what all the fuss was about but she had put that down to her busy academic lifestyle. Now she was beginning to understand what everyone else seemed to know. Her desire for Jayne was very physical and she wanted to express it in a very physical way. It would seem that her feelings towards Jayne had gone beyond just friendship but what was it that she was feeling and, what did it imply? In short, did it make her some sort of lesbian? There, she'd said it.

Julie knew that, in this modern world, there was no shame, no fear, no stigma attached but that didn't make it any easier. For starters she wasn't sure that her mother lived in the same modern world and, far, far more importantly, what about Jayne? The obvious thing, the simple thing, the straightforward thing would be to just go to Jayne and tell her how she felt but the fear of rejection stopped her. They were getting on so well at the moment, they had never seemed to be closer. Why risk it all? What if she recoiled in horror? Julie wasn't sure she could take that. Better to be 'best friends' than ruin it all by confessing her real feelings. 

But that brought her straight back to her quandary about what she was going to do on Sunday. Everything she thought of had its drawbacks, everything she contemplated seemed either too shallow or too risky. She had to come up with something but the questions just kept going around and around and Sunday just kept getting nearer and nearer.

And then it was upon her. She was drinking coffee sprawled out on the sofa in the lounge when Jayne appeared. Like Julie, she hadn't bothered getting dressed but was in her PJs and dressing gown.

"Morning, flatmate," Jayne said as she sat down in the armchair opposite. "Are we all ready for this afternoon's entertainment?"

"I'm not sure...," Julie started.

"Oh, don't be a wuss! I'm quite looking forward to seeing what shenanigans you get up to. Then, next time, I can try them out on you."

"It's just that... well, it's all a bit lezzie, isn't it?"

"Is that what's worrying you, that I might be trying to seduce you into the dark side? Are you scared you won't be able to resist my feminine charms?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that," Julie replied.

Jayne got up and came over and sat on the sofa next to Jayne. She put her coffee down on the table, turned to Julie, took her by the hand and looked her straight in the eye. "It's OK, really it is," she said softly. "It's a bit of fun, nobody's getting hurt and, well, where's the harm?"

"I don't want it to become a thing between us," Julie replied. "I'm scared I'll go too far."

"I think you're scared you won't go far enough," Jayne said, almost inaudibly. "Now, I got some of those organic sausages for breakfast. How do you want your eggs?"

And, without waiting for a response she got up and headed for the kitchen. Julie followed her in. 

"Hello, you can't have been too unsure," Jayne said as she looked in the bread bin as preparation for making toast. "I see you picked up some fresh poppy seed rolls when you were shopping. Now, give us a hand here."

They worked together to prepare brunch and, fifteen minutes later, they were sat at the kitchen table, each with a full English.

Once they had finished they washed up the pots and pans and then Jayne disappeared upstairs for a few moments. When she returned the PJs were gone; she was just wearing her dressing gown which she flashed open to show that she was naked beneath it.

"I thought I'd save you the trouble," she joked as she tied the belt again. "Hey, what's that look for. Don't try to tell me you weren't planning to get me naked. Now, if you'll get the tablets I'll butter a couple of rolls."

Julie was too flustered to respond so she simply went upstairs and fetched the Panadoxolin. When she returned to the kitchen Jayne was all ready for her and seemed eager to start the experiment. Julie passed her the pill which she swallowed and then started in on the rolls. Five minutes later they were sat together on the sofa, as ever, watching Downton Abbey.

Julie couldn't help herself, it was so cosy, just the two of them, still in their nightwear, sat together on the sofa, and Jayne's dressing gown was so soft and luxurious that she ended up snuggled up against her friend. At first that was all it was but Julie's bare feet were getting cold so she put them up on the sofa. From there it was almost inevitable that she ended up with her head resting on Jayne's lap. Judging by the way Jayne was gently stroking her hair she didn't seem to mind. The first add break passed, and then the second, and Julie knew she ought to be testing to see if Jayne was under the influence but she was too comfortable and too engrossed in the program so she just let it run. It was only when the final credits rolled that Julie realised that Jayne had stopped stroking her hair. By this time she should be deep, deep under the influence. Julie rolled over slightly, looked up, and, sure enough, Jayne's eyes were glazed over. Julie reached for the remote and switched the TV off. 

Still Julie didn't know what she wanted Jayne do. If all the other sessions were anything to go by she knew she should be demanding sexual gymnastics but, for the life of her, she was too comfortable to move. However, as she looked at her friend, sitting there passively, there was one thing she wanted.

"Kiss me, kiss me properly, on the lips," she said, slightly nervously. 

Jayne leant forward and, although it was a little awkward, their lips met. Julie was entranced. It wasn't the 'real' Jayne, she knew that, but Jayne's outer self was responding to the 'kiss me properly' command and this was no peck on the lips, this was a lover's kiss, a kiss full of desire and passion. Hardly aware of what she was doing Julie reached up and put her arms around Jayne's neck, holding them close. She just wanted the kiss to go on and on and on.

The problem was that, as many a lover has found, a two seater sofa is not the most comfortable place for making love. Having gone this far Julie wanted to go so much further. She wanted to feel skin against skin, not just lip against lip. She wanted to feel their bodies entwine, to lie naked together, to touch, to caress, to conjoin. She broke from the embrace and glanced around. There was always the hearth rug but it didn't look particularly inviting. The obvious answer was waiting upstairs. Surely she couldn't be so bold.

She looked again at Jayne who was waiting immobile and her hunger overcame her reserve. As long as she was quick, as long as she didn't hang about, then Jayne would be deep in the trance state and wouldn't know anything about it. She got up from the sofa and, ordering Jayne to follow, made her way to her bedroom.

As soon as she got there she slipped out of her dressing gown and PJs and slid under the covers. She ordered Jayne to join her but had to countermand that so as to get Jayne to take off her dressing gown first. Then, at last, she lay full length against the naked body of her friend. At first it was a little disappointing; Jayne was very much under the influence and only able to react, rather than act, but Julie could take her time and luxuriate in the physical closeness. Now she could kiss, stroke and caress to her heart's content. She felt as if she wanted to touch every inch of Jayne's body, to feel its softness, to appreciate its beauty. Jayne had never affected her like this before but, ever since their first kiss there had been something about her that was irresistible. Now that glorious sexy body was all hers to do with as she wished. She just wished that her passion could be returned.

But, for all that this was bliss, Julie couldn't help but feel guilty. This wasn't just messing around; this was a bit too much like date rape. She wasn't just pushing Jayne to see what she could make her do, she was using her for her own sexual gratification. She ought to stop; she ought, at least, to return to the front room, to get them both dressed again. However, for the life of her she couldn't. She just had to kiss those nipples one more time, she had to feel the warmth, the closeness, of Jayne's body next to hers. Just a little more, just one more kiss.

And then Jayne stirred! It wasn't much, they were lying side by side when Jayne lifted her arm up and laid it over Julie. In a panic, Julie tried to pull away but Jayne, moving like a zombie, followed after her and pulled her back. As Julie watched she could see Jayne's eyes clearing, she could see that the 'real' Jayne, her inner self, was back in control. And then Jayne really did move. She grabbed Julie by the shoulders, pushed her back down on the bed, rolled on top of her and kissed her, hard. 

Julie felt completely overwhelmed. Just moments ago she had been in charge, she had been calling the shots, and Jayne had been the passive partner. Now it was very much the other way around. The sheer force of Jayne's passion, just as much as the weight of her body, was pinning her to the bed. She felt Jayne's knee pushing between her thighs, opening her up until, with their bodies entwined together, flesh really did touch flesh. Jayne moved against her, slowly and powerfully, and as Jayne's thigh forced its way between Julie's legs the direct pressure against Julie's pussy was heavenly.

And then Jayne stopped, lifted herself up and, propping herself up with her arms, looked down at Julie, smiling. 

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?"

Julie just lay there, panting.

"Well?" Jayne prompted.

"I.... I'm not sure."

"'Not sure' is so your problem. You're never sure. You're not sure if you like this," Jayne leant down and gently kissed Julie on the lips. "Or this," she did the same for Julie's right nipple. "Or this," the left nipple this time. "I guess I ought to stop. I wouldn't want to be kissing someone who wasn't sure." Jayne made as if to roll off Julie.

"No!" Julie called out. "Please, Jayne, don't go!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"Please, Jayne, One thing I am sure of is I couldn't stand it if you left now. Please don't go, please, come back and kiss me again."

"I thought you'd never ask," and, with that, Jayne went back to work, kissing, caressing, stroking massaging, exploring the myriad ways their pleasure could become mutual. As the passion rose so did the intensity and Julie was frantically rubbing herself up against Jayne's thigh, her breath was getting shorter, and, for Jayne, that in itself was a turn on. It was as if the barriers between them were completely down and they had become one, joined together in the ardour of their entanglement.

"Oh god, yes, like that, like that!" Julie urged as Jayne's teeth tugged at her nipple. "Oh, yes, harder, harder, oh, Jayne! Oh Jayne! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, OH YES, OH, Jayne!"

Julie's whole body seemed to explode as, wrapped in Jayne's arms, her climax rocked through her body. Her whole world was a warm soft fluffy cloud on which she floated away, lost to everything but the all encompassing pleasure that engulfed her. For a few glorious moments she could stay there, right at the peak, the pinnacle, the essence and then it all slipped away and she collapsed back, spent and exhausted. Jayne held her close and safe, allowing her time to recover.

When at last Julie had recovered she opened her eyes to see Jayne watching her.

"OK?" Jayne asked.

"More than," Julie replied.

"Are you still worried that what we're doing might be a bit... now, what was the word you used, lezzie?"

"I don't care, as long as it's with you. But what about you? Are you OK with being lesbian? I mean, I kind of tricked you into this."

"I've always been OK with it and, no, you didn't trick me into anything. I've been dropping hints for years that I wanted to try this. Those pills of yours gave me an excuse just as much as they gave you an excuse. Talking of which..." Jayne left the sentence hanging.

"I'd like to try it without the pills for a change," Julie replied. "I mean, they've been fun and, well, they helped us to get here, but it's so much better when you're not drugged. Maybe just use them once in a while, special occasions."

"And in the meanwhile I don't get to have you under my control?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Julie replied with a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe we don't need the drugs. It won't be the same; it might be better."

"So, if I were to order you to kiss my pussy?" Jayne said tentatively.

Julie didn't answer, she was too busy sliding down the bed. An order is an order, after all.



Side-effects



It was payday going into a rare weekend off for me, so I hit the town to have a good time. I work long, hard hours in the oilfield, and when I get every third weekend off, I am usually ready to blow off steam. The crew I work with are a bunch of great guys that love to party on the weekends and days off together, but I choose to spend my time off away from my coworkers. I usually drive 80 miles to the next decent sized town to get away, so meeting new people depends on what the crowds are like.

As a single guy with no friends in the area except coworkers, it can be a pretty lonely existence. I make do, but on this weekend, I had one goal....to get laid. It had been two months since my last hook-up, so to say I was desperate was an understatement. How desperate was to be determined, but at least a healthy lessening of my standards if necessary.

Unfortunately, oilfields are not near major metropolitan areas, so even the close decent size towns are pretty small. I managed to find a busy country-western bar after checking into my room, and freshly showered and shaved, I headed out.

I had three beers at the bar to set my mood, then swiveled my head around looking to see what attractions of the female variety were in the place. A few looked promising, but my eye kept returning to a pretty blonde sitting with a couple of friends in a booth along the back wall. The booth was oval, and she was sitting at the U, so I could only see her from the chest up. She had on a blue shirt, low-cut, with ample cleavage showing. Her hair was probably shoulder length, but she had it pulled into two ponytails fastened low at the neck. In short, she was perfectly adorable. 

I watched her from time to time, but while her friends went and danced often, she just sat and turned down any offers that came her way. I danced with a couple of women, but was still intrigued with the blonde beauty. Finally, when she was alone, I walked over and pulled a chair to the front of the table and sat down.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Robert. How are you doing?"

She turned an icy blue stare my way. "I don't want a drink and I don't want to dance."

I laughed. "Good thing I didn't offer either or I would be totally out of luck. I just wanted to say hi and ask if you are alright. You have broken half the hearts in here tonight."

"I'm sure they will mend," she said with the faintest hint of a smile. 

"I don't know. Did someone break your heart?"

"Not really, no."

"Just don't feel like dancing or drinking, huh?"

"Nope."

"Mind talking to me for a bit?" I asked. "At least tell me your name."

"Sadie. I have no problem talking. I might even let you buy me a coke."

I signaled the waitress and ordered a beer and a coke. We chatted for a while, and while I tried to maintain eye contact, my eyes returned with some regularity to her cleavage. It really wasn't my fault as her tits were staring at me. Even though she clearly was wearing a bra, her nipples were poking through and pointing my direction. 

After a bit of not having a waitress come by, I excused myself and headed to the bar to get refills. I saw her walk away towards the bathroom. The shirt was actually a dress, not too short, but just tight enough for me to see she had a delightful little bubble butt.

After navigating the scrum at the bar, I returned with the refills and she was sitting back in her original position. I slid her come across the table and sat back in my chair, not wanting to slide into the booth and invade her space.

"What brings you out here tonight?" I asked, curious as to why she wasn't trying to live it up more.

"My friends begged me until I agreed. I haven't been out in awhile, so I reluctantly agreed."

"Where are your friends anyway?" I asked. 

"Michelle hooked up with some guy and took off, and Kris is dancing until she drops."

"Kind of sucks they invite you and ditch you all night."

"Nah, it's pretty expected with those two."

For the next half hour I worked on pulling her out of her shell. I flirted, which she gently rebuffed, but I kept working whatever charm I possessed until she flirted back. 

"Just so you know, I am not going home with you tonight," she said. "Let's just take that off the table right now."

"Not tonight, but some night in the future?"

"We'll see. How about we exchange numbers and if you call and we hit it off, we will see where it goes." 

We entered numbers into each others phones and I headed back to the bar. As I returned to the table, I found it empty. At the same time, my phone buzzed with as text. 

"It was nice to meet you, Robert. I had to take Kris home....she is falling down drunk. Call me sometime."

I left and walked back to my hotel and took a shower. On a whim, I called Sadie.

"Hello?" she answered. 

"Is it sometime, yet?"

"Nice to see you aren't one of those 'wait three days to call' guys."

"I try. Look, I'm here for the next two nights and would like to see you before I head back out to the field for work. Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?" I went on to explain my work situation and where I lived before pausing for her answer.

The hesitation on her end was a palpable, living, breathing entity. We had seemed to hit it off, so I wondered what the issue was. A boyfriend or husband? A girlfriend or wife? (I am not judgmental!)

"I don't know," she said slowly. "I like you, but really, I don't think you will like me very much."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take."

She finally agreed, and we decided to meet at the restaurant. "Smart," I laughed, "that way I won't know where you live."

I went shopping and slept the afternoon away before getting ready to meet Sadie. I was more excited for the dinner than I had been in a long time, so it was with a little nervousness that I walked in. She was waiting for me, so I slid in to the chair across from her. Again, her cleavage was on display, and she looked gorgeous. 

After dinner, I stood and waited, intending to walk her to her car. She waited in her seat and just looked at me with a panic stricken look on her face. 

"You really have no clue, do you?"

I blank stared at her. "A clue? Have I done something to offend you?"

"No, not at all. I mean you have no clue about this," she said, standing and waving to her very obviously pregnant belly. The truth was, I had no clue at all. Looking back, maybe I should have known, but it never occurred to me she might be expecting.

"Honestly, I had no idea."

"I didn't think so," she said with a bitter twinge in her voice.

"It honestly doesn't matter," I said. "Pregnant or not, I was and am still interested in knowing you. Unless of course, the father is still in the picture?"

She shook her head as we walked outside and stopped next to her car. "This is the product of a drunken one night stand and a failed pill. I want nothing to do with the father even if I could remember his name. I didn't mean to mislead you."

"You didn't. Look, I think you are beautiful and amazing, and the fact you are pregnant changes nothing."

She started to tear up. "Sorry! Hormones are a bitch! One of many side-effects of pregnancy. That is so sweet."

"I like you, I really do. I will wait for you until after the baby is born and you are ready to figure things out. It's your call."

"I don't need to wait until the baby is born to figure out I want to see you and spend time with you. No, I just never thought of dating while I was pregnant. To be honest, I never imagined a man would want to date a pregnant woman. Talk about baggage," she giggled. 

"Look, I don't want to put the cart before the horse by any means, but if we start dating and things work out, it is really no different than dating a single mother. Hell, I've dated women with kids. Your child is just in the oven phase." I slid my hand along the curve of her rounded belly. "How far along are you?"

She rested her hand on mine. "Seven months."

"Good. Now why don't you go home and think a little about what you want. If you want to try giving this a shot, we have tomorrow to spend together before I head back out to work." I leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips, soft and gentle, but with promise behind it. 

She unlocked her door and I opened it for her, watching as she managed to slide in behind the wheel. I returned to my truck and drove back to the hotel. After I showered and settled in, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.

"I definitely want to give this a shot. So many thoughts running through my head. Damn hormones!"

"No worries, it will all work out." I replied.

"Lunch tomorrow?" 

"Absolutely."

The next day we spent together and by the time I dropped her at her house, it was late. We shared a deeper kiss, this time with passion, and I left wanting more, unsure if and when that would ever happen.

We spent the next seven days talking and texting when I could manage. My next days off were on a Monday and Tuesday, and when I got off Sunday evening, I drove back to her town and got a room. It was late, so we talked on the phone.

"So, you know how I always gripe about pregnancy hormones, right?" she asked.

"Yes. All the world's evils are caused by extra hormones."

"One side-effect is massive and complete horniness. Like horny on steroids." We had kind of lightly skirted sexual talk in the previous week's conversations, but this was the first overt mention of sex. I didn't quite know where to go with her statement, so I decided to just jump in with both feet.

"As in horny enough to think about sleeping with me in the near future?"

"As in horny enough to want to sleep with you right now."

"Your place or mine?" I asked. 

"Not right now, right now," she said. "I was thinking tomorrow night for sure, though."

I was thrilled, not only because I thought Sadie was incredibly sexy, but I had never had sex with a pregnant woman before. Checking an item off my sexual bucket list was a definite plus.

"I think I could be available for that which you have in mind," I said.

"Well, good. One thing though....I am really nervous to have you see me naked. I know my body isn't beautiful right now, so I just want to warn you in advance."

I laughed. "You are truly the most beautiful woman I have seen, pregnant or not. I know you have a perception of what you think you look like, but trust me, seeing you naked is going to be the highlight of my year."

We made plans to meet for dinner after she got off work the next day, and I settled in to get a good night of sleep. Before I drifted off, my phone buzzed an incoming text. It was a picture text, and when I opened it, it was a picture of Sadie from the chest up, naked with a big smile. The text accompanying the pic said: "A sneak peek for you. The best side-effect of pregnancy are the enormous boobs!"

I had no idea what size she was pre-pregnancy, but her swollen breasts were big. Very big and very firm. Her nipples were dark and hard, and I immediately grew hard knowing I was getting my hands on them the next day.

I slept late the next day, getting some much needed rest. I laid around and read the rest of the morning away until I showered and dressed to grab a bite for lunch. The afternoon crawled and I checked the time every five minutes. Finally, it was time to go get Sadie for dinner. 

I rang the bell and she answered and I gave a low whistle. She was dressed in a short, flowing dress that covered her bump nicely, but left lots of leg exposed. The top was low cut, showing a very generous amount of cleavage. My eyes stayed fixed on her chest, superimposing the pic from the night before. 

"I take it you like my dress?"

I pulled her in for a hug and a soft kiss. "You look incredible. Really, really beautiful."

I led her to the car and we drove to her favorite restaurant. I flirted throughout dinner, wanting to make sure she knew how desirable I found her. I also knew she was scared to reveal herself to me, and wanted her to be more comfortable for the night ahead. 

After dinner, we headed out and I asked her the question I had asked her the night before. "So, your place or mine?"

She laughed, "With lines like that, I guess I know why you picked up a pregnant chick in a bar. I think we should go to your room. I think it will be fun."

I drove over to my hotel and we walked inside and took the elevator to my floor. I swiped the lock and held the door open for her. I followed her in, letting my gaze fall on the twin mounds of her ass under the thin material of her dress. I was mesmerized by her swaying hips and soft, rounded ass. From behind, it was impossible to tell she was pregnant.

I turned her around and brought her into my arms, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. I had wanted this moment for the last week and I poured that want into the kiss. She returned it with a hunger of her own as we explored each other's mouths.

When we finally broke from the kiss, she looked up at me and smiled. "Please tell me what you are thinking right now."

"Honestly? I am wondering what kind of panties you are wearing." 

"Who says I'm wearing any?"

I kissed her again, running my hands down her back. I gently cupped a perfect ass cheek in each hand, and could feel no hint of panties. I slid my hands under her dress and felt her bare flesh, and with a little exploration, realized she truly was not wearing panties.

"It felt naughty to go commando tonight. It helped me feel sexy enough to go through with this."

"It is sexy," I said. "Does it make you feel a little wanton?"

"A lot wanton! I was so afraid I was going to have a big wet spot on my dress. I get so wet these days. Another side-effect...."

"Of being pregnant." I finished for her. 

"Exactly."

"I want to hear more about this horniness on steroids business. When did you first notice it?"

"In the second trimester. Once my body started adjusting, I realized I was constantly horny. I hate to admit this, but I have been masturbating like a crazy woman for months!"

"Nice. You haven't been tempted to have someone scratch your itch before now?"

She sighed. "Not really, no. Not until now at least. I honestly didn't believe anyone would find me attractive and plus I just didn't want to get involved until I met you."

I kissed her again, only this time I let my hand fall lower until I could reach between her legs and feel her pussy. As advertised, she was wet. I explored her outer pussy, reveling in her warm wetness. She pushed against my hand, so I slowly slid my finger inside her. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand as I finger fucked her. 

I moved from in front, freeing my hand, which was bent awkwardly to get the proper angle and moved beside her, allowing me to slide my hand between her legs in a more natural frontal position. I again slid my finger deep inside her, using the palm of my hand to press against her shaven mound, applying pressure against her clit. I slid a second finger in to join the first, then slowly searched until I found her g-spot. Once I massaged her sensitive spot, she began to hump my hand wildly. 

"Oh! You are going to make me come," she cried.

I continued until she cried out and collapsed against my arm, which I used to support her weight. I didn't think it possible, but her wetness increased until she was dripping down her thighs.

I freed my hand and we walked to the bed. I sat and had her stand between my knees. I looked up at her face and saw she was in a state of bliss. I lifted the hem of her dress until I saw her pretty, bare pussy, then continued to lift past her hips and over her bump. I stood, pulling the dress over her head, then sat back down to appreciate her nudity at leisure. She stood, shoulders back, letting her body be admired with no hint of self-consciousness. I let my gaze follow every curve, starting at her impossibly high and full breasts, with her swollen and erect nipples. I continued to the swell of her belly, which was a small, perfect ball. I let my eyes caress the contours of her belly and down as it tapered between her softly rounded thighs. How she managed to stay shaved was a mystery, but one I fully appreciated. Even after an orgasm and being finger fucked, her pussy, while glistening with wetness, was a small, closed clamshell. 

I motioned for her to turn around, anxious to get my first good look at her bare ass. It was easily the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. It was a perfect bubble, with each globe rounding out before meeting her thighs. I could see the hint of softness her pregnancy had caused, but could see more the perfectly toned muscles underneath.

"Well?" she asked.

"Gorgeous. You have an amazing body, and your pregnancy takes nothing away from it. Your ass is simply world class, though I imagine you already know that."

"I do have a pretty nice ass, huh? Now that I have your seal of approval, why don't you join me in my state of undress."

We traded places and I started to strip. I am not a particularly modest person, so getting naked was no issue. I work a very hard job, so I knew she was seeing the results of many, many hours swinging a sledgehammer. I slid my boxers off and stood in front of her, my hard cock jutting out I front of me. She gave me a long looking over, and ended by wrapping her hand around my cock. Her soft skin gripping me tightly almost caused my knees to buckle.

She pulled me forward and leaned down a little, then licked the head of my cock. She played with me a little, then took me into her mouth. I stood there savoring the feeling as she gave me a fantastic blowjob. She kept her hands busy playing with my balls, all while licking and sucking my shaft with abandon.

After enjoying her work for a bit, I had her lay back while I moved between her legs. I wanted to taste her, so I slowly licked all over and around her slit. I dipped my tongue in and tasted her juices, then plunged my tongue in as deep as it would go. To say I devoured her pussy was close to the truth. After tasting her sweetness, I licked my way to her clit, which I sucked on. Within 20 seconds, she started to come. I continued sucking her clit until she came once again.

"Keep that up and you may just throw me into early labor."

"So how do we do this?" I asked. "What positions work so we don't hurt you or the baby?"

"You have a nice, big cock," she said, "but not big enough to hurt the baby. As far as positions, I guess we will have to figure that out as we go along. I've never had pregnant sex, either."

After a brief discussion, we decided her on top and doggy would work the best. Though I could barely wait to see her ass as my cock slid between her cheeks into her pussy, I pulled her on top of me. She straddled my hips and reached down, grasping my cock and holding it as she slid onto it. She was so wet it slid in easily, but she was so tight it gripped every inch of me. 

With her sitting astride me, I had the perfect view of her body. Her belly looked gorgeous and her tits were begging to be touched. I reached up and stroked them, then gently squeezed each in one hand. 

"Oh, that feels so good! My tits are sore all the time and you rubbing them is fantastic." I squeezed harder, which caused her to push her hips down harder onto me, taking more of my cock inside. "Harder."

I squeezed a little harder, feeling the soft, yet firm flesh compress in my hands. When I pinched her nipples, she cried out and pushed down again, coming hard on my cock.

"I have never come so many times ever."

She slid off me and turned around, kneeling over with a pillow supporting her belly. She had her ass as high as she could get it, and I knelt behind her, staring at the vision in front of me. 

I moved close and guided my cock into her wet pussy, gripping her hips as I pulled her against me at the same time. She eagerly pushed back, pushing until her round cheeks rested against my hips. She felt exquisite from that angle, and I slowly rocked back and forth, not wanting to unsheath myself from her too far. 




Side-effects



"I really, really need you to fuck me right now," she moaned. "Please fuck my pussy."

I pulled back and slowly slid in deep, over and over, thrusting firmly but without too much force. 

"Harder. Fuck me harder, please."

I let her tell me what she needed, and soon I was fucking her with a vigor that would have scared me on my own. She was moaning and crying out on every thrust, and soon came, letting out the sexiest moan/cry combination I had ever heard. Within seconds, she came again, followed by a string of orgasms every twenty to thirty seconds. 

"Stop! I seriously can't take anymore! I don't know what that was, but it had to be the best side-effect of pregnancy ever!"

She took a few minutes to recover, which I spent looking at her naked form. I couldn't believe I had never before found pregnant women attractive. I knew I was going to check them out with frequency after this experience.

"Look at you being so patient with that big, hard cock. You are probably so ready to come, aren't you?" She leaned over a little and took my cock in her mouth. The fact it was covered tip to balls in her juices didn't faze her at all. She sucked a little deeper, mostly teasing the head, causing a sensation somewhere between pleasure and pain. 

"Mmmmm. My pussy tastes really good!" she purred. To me, there is little sexier than a woman tasting herself and enjoying it. I felt the urge rise closer and knew I was going to come soon. Before I could warn her, she raised up and said, "come in my mouth."

She sucked deeper and harder, stroking with her hand from the base of my shaft. I stiffened and held my breath, letting the feeling wash over me. I exploded hard, shooting rope after rope into her wet and willing mouth. She milked me dry, swallowing my entire load. This time it was me who needed a moment to recover.

"I can't tell you how bad I needed that," she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a saucy grin. 

We cuddled up, with me holding her soft and warm curves. Sometime later I drifted off, falling into a well-earned sleep. Later, I woke to her going down on me. It was still fully dark, but I had no other sense of time. 

She noticed I was awake. "Sorry to wake you, but I needed more. I want you to lay back and enjoy, please."

I did just that, feeling her warm mouth on my shaft. After 10 minutes or so, she shifted and straddled me, guiding me deep into her warm pussy. She rode me well, and I watched as she cupped her swollen tits in her hands and squeezed. She moved a hand back behind her and played with my balls as she fucked me. The sight of her round, sexy little body finding pleasure on my cock was a beautiful thing. 

She rose off of me and turned, lowering herself reverse cowgirl on my hips. She hovered for a second as she adjusted my cock, then slowly let herself down. It took a second for me to realize, but instead of guiding me into her pussy, she was sinking down with my cock sliding into her ass. While she had played with my balls, she had taken the time to lubricate her ass with her wetness.

She sank down slowly, adjusting to me as she slid me fully into her tight rear entrance. She began to move. And I was treated with the sight of my cock between her cheeks and penetrating her puckered little hole. 

She started to moan as she fucked herself anally with my cock, making soft little sounds followed by sharp little cries of pleasure. 

"Your cock feels so good in my ass! You are the first real cock I have ever let in my ass. I have fucked myself silly with my dildo back there...another side-effect, I guess, but your cock feels so much better! Fuck, I'm gonna come!" 

She came hard again and again, then slowed her pace, riding me slowly, pulling almost off, then sinking back down. I just watched as she took her pleasure until I needed my own release. She felt me thicken and told me to come in her ass.

"Fill my ass with your come!"

I finally became more than a fuck toy, grabbing her hips and making her move as I came deep in her ass. The feeling of my jets of come made her come one last time. She pulled off and laid forward across my legs, catching her breath. Her ass was spread wide in that position and I watched as my come began to dribble out of her distended ass.

She moved off and went to the restroom, returning to wipe me clean with a wet washcloth and hand towel. 

She settled in against my chest and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for an incredible night. I told you I was fucking horny."

"That is one side-effect I love!" I responded.



Side Effects



Authors Note: Without the incest, this story would fall solidly into the nonconsent/reluctance category. While all parties do end up enjoying it, there is nonconsensual sex, and if this is an angle that does not appeal to you or is one you don't want to chance, stop reading now. Otherwise, carry on and I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. 

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Tuesday. Gregg slid into the the chair, and reached for the cheap translucent pill box, dragging it from where it perpetually lived in the center of the darkly stained round wood table ever since it's liberation from the local Wallgreens. Gregg sighed as he looked at the long rectangle of plastic, with it's patronizingly large letters. Tuesday. T. He popped open the compartment labeled accordingly, and looked within at the small pile of pills and tablets that lived there. There were a variety of shapes and sizes, all dressed up in cheery colors like red and blue and yellow as if to say, Hey, don't worry about being sick! Medicine can be fun! Can't you see how fun this is? He hated it. The least that the pharmaceutical companies could do is be honest about what they were selling. This was a disease, not a bloody carnival. 

There was a new pill in there today, a small pale bar-shaped one. See, there's a pill that's honest, mused Gregg as he scooped the whole collection of medications out into his hand and tossed them back. You're sick. Whoop-de-fuckin-do. Now shove this piece of chalk down your gullet and get on with your life. No fun here. He took a swig from the glass of water that was the cheeky pill box's perpetual companion, washing the collection of meds down, then taking another sip to wash the horrid taste out of his mouth. No matter how quickly he choked down his prescriptions, he could never seem to rid himself of them before one of them started to dissolve on his tongue, and the revolting flavor had become as much a part of his morning routine as his running had been. 

His chair screeched across the small black and white tiles that had been all the rage when this house was built, as he slowly rose and approached the cabinet where his various medicines sat. Opening the door by it's shoddy black plastic handle, he was greeted by the usual line of orange prescription bottles and giant vitamin containers, complete with their depictions of extraordinarily healthy people hiking the Appalachians or some other intense activity that obviously proved they didn't actually need to take vitamins in the first place. With another sigh, Gregg began the next part of his morning routine, popping off the caps to the various containers and shaking out the usual dosage with the thoughtless mechanical perfection borne out of habit. He paused briefly at the last container. This was the newest med, the little bar shaped pill that didn't try any bullshit. Checking the label and confirming the dosage, he quickly scanned over the list of side effects. Most of them were pretty standard, with the exception of impaired judgement and increase in libido. Gregg had developed a certain blasé attitude towards all the warnings. Most of them only occurred in a small percentage of the population, and it's not like he could just not take the pills. If they did something horrible to him, they did something horrible, and that was just how it was going to be. 

Finally done collecting his daily allotment, Gregg closed the cabinet, the cheap plywood vibrating slightly with the impact before coming to rest. Returning to his seat at the table, he deposited the handful of brightly colored objects he had just doled out into the empty Tuesday compartment of the pill box before snapping it shut, and giving the whole contraption an indignant shove back towards the center. It would sit and observe his goings-on until the next morning, when the whole routine would start again. Raising his glass of water to his mouth, and feeling a cool refreshing wave pass between his lips, he braced himself for the next part of the dreaded routine. 

The back door slammed open, banging against the wall with a sickening thump, the doorknob adding yet another contribution to the indentation forming where it impacted the wall. The slap and screech of rubber soles against tile approached from behind with shocking speed, and Gregg was yanked backwards by the force of two muscular arms wrapping around his slim shoulders and neck. 

"Morning, bro!" The high pitched voice currently trying to deafen him was as much a part of Gregg's morning routine as anything else. 

"Morning, Abbey," Gregg grumbled, and was mercilessly released from the sweaty embrace. "How'd the run go?" 

"Oh, good as ever," the voice replied in a jovial tone, "Y'know you COULD turn around and say hello when I get home. Seriously, what if a murderer broke in one morning instead of me? You'd be toast." 

"You mean someone might come and free me of having to deal with YOU? No way in hell I'm gonna mess that up." 

"Ass," she replied, ponytail swaying as she walked into Gregg's field of vision and opened a cabinet. Her bare arms and legs gleamed with a layer of sweat, protruding from her t-shirt and exercise shorts. Her well-defined muscles became apparent as she stretched up to grab a bowl from the shelf. 

Then it happened. 

Gregg was overcome with a wave of pure lust. He noticed how the motion of stretching accentuated the muscles in Abbey's legs, how the drenched shorts and t-shirt that she wore clung to her body. He noticed the muscles in her arms move and flex as she reached for the bowl. He even noticed her musky scent, the smell of her sweat. He was rock hard in seconds. Thoughts ran through his mind, what he'd do to her, what she'd do to him. He thought about about how easy it would be to bend her over the table right now and fu... 

"You okay, bro?" That voice brought him back to reality, shattering his spontaneous daydream. He blinked a few times and ran a hand through his short brown hair. A nervous habit. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired this morning, keep dozing off," Gregg replied, confused but anxiously trying to cover for his obvious lack of attention. 

"Alright," Abbey replied, "Just a little familial concern. You know I worry about you, right?" 

"You shouldn't," replied Gregg, running his tongue over his lips. His mouth was suddenly very dry. "I'm perfectly fine." 

"Okay, if you say so," Abbey replied. Returning her attention to the task at hand, she finished pouring her cereal and exited the kitchen. 

Gregg sighed. He had no idea what had just come over him. He'd never had sexual thoughts towards his sister before. She was good looking by every measure, and incredibly fit, but he'd never thought about her before like he had just now. Besides, she was a bit of a snot. If he was going to be attracted to anyone, it certainly wouldn't be... 

"I'm glad you're just tired," Abbey said, sticking her head through the threshold of the kitchen, "because otherwise, I could have sworn that you were checking out my ass." She smirked, and then retreated back through the doorway, her damage done. 

Gregg clasped his head in his hands. Well, he thought to himself, I'm never going to live this down. Once his sister had gotten a hold of some leverage on him, she would milk whatever it was until it ceased to amuse her, and wouldn't give up a moment before then. If she had jumped to the conclusion that he was checking her out, she would make the next few weeks hell, in spite of common sense or any evidence to the contrary. In short, he was screwed. 

Gregg's morning routine continued. Breakfast. Shower. Physical Therapy. It was nearly twelve before he had gotten through all of it, and he was exhausted. And yet the day continued. Groceries. Monthly Checkup. Online Classes. By the time five o'clock rolled around, Gregg felt like he'd been keelhauled. His thoughts turned to Abbey. 

Living with Abbey hadn't always been Gregg's plan. Once upon a time, he was a track star, slated to go to one of the best schools in the country on an athletic scholarship. Not that he really needed it. Gregg was a pretty smart person in his own right, and probably could have gotten a few scholarships based solely on his academic merits. However, it was on the track that he really shined. 

Until the diagnosis, that is. After that, his dreams of a normal life had pretty much gone up in smoke, never to be seen again. 

His life had become an endless stream of doctor's visits. Examination after examination after examination with no answers forthcoming. Gregg's status as the local track champion vanished as his energy waned, and his scholarship with it. That was how, two years later, he would find himself living with his sister in a dingy old house off-campus, taking as many classes online as he could, and struggling to come up with enough energy to even make it through the day. 

Not that Abbey had any problems like this. She had the energy and verve that Gregg had also possessed before he became sick. The auburn-haired athlete still ran every single morning, and went to the gym regularly as well. It showed. Abbey had thick thighs and muscular arms, a hard-earned result of her vigilance when it came to her care of her body. If it weren't for her bratty demeanor, she would be downright intimidating. 

7:30. Gregg sat down to watch a crappy horror movie on TV. Abbey should be home any minute now. 

Sure enough, just as the monster was starting to slaughter all those stupid teenagers, Abbey barged in the front door, once again contributing to the house's growing collection of dents. 

"Hey, watcha watchin?" 

"Just some horror movie about the stupidest kids in existence." 

"Mind if I join you?" she said. 

"Not at all." 

Abbey settled down on the couch and leaned her head against Gregg's shoulder. 

Gregg suddenly had no interest in the movie. 

This kind of contact was not strange between the two of them, but for some reason today it was affecting him. He felt his face grow hot, his skin growing flushed. He shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. He shouldn't be admiring how his sister's breasts stood out from her body, tenting the front of her loose t-shirt, or how the jeans she now wore hugged her legs. He should be thinking about which of the dumb teens the monster was going to get next, not the heat of her arm against his, and how her chest rose and fell every breath. Not about what she was wearing under those clothes. 

Abbey snuggled in closer, and Gregg felt his blood thunder through his veins. 

Slowly, tentatively, Gregg put his arm around her. There wasn't anything wrong with this. After all, this was all something they had done countless times before. Just because he could feel his cock growing and testing the bounds of his jeans didn't mean this was wrong. 

Gregg began to to rub Abbey's bare arm where his hand rested. 

Her skin felt so soft and smooth, and he could feel her body's warmth radiating out into his palm. He couldn't help himself. First he stroked down, circling his fingers around her elbow, massaging her bicep. No reaction. Then, slowly, he stroked up, laguinously dragging his fingers up towards the edge of the sleeve of her t-shirt. No reaction. And so he continued, dragging his fingertips up and down, up and down. Drinking in her skin. 

Abbey shifted, and in fright Gregg halted his motion. Otherwise, no reaction. Abbey made no comment on Gregg's motions, and made no motion to unseat his hand. 

After a moment, Gregg continued. Softly stroking, up and down, up and down. As if he was attempting to map every inch of her skin that was available to him. Gradually, he became more bold. The blood pulsing through his veins and his erect cock left no other option. Gregg's hand moved higher with each motion, moving down towards her elbow, then back, slipping further under her sleeve and up towards her shoulder each time. As time dragged on and on the TV more teenagers met their demise, Gregg's motions became more compact, more contained. While he was once stroking Abbey's arm, his hand no longer sought her elbow, instead content to massage the shoulder it grasped inside her sleeve. 

Abbey let out a sound, neither a sigh nor a moan, but somewhere in between. An unmistakable voice of satisfaction. Again, Gregg paused, wary despite his lust. 

"That feels good," Abbey said, "Don't stop." 

Gregg froze. She had noticed. But she wanted him to continue. Which was fine. This was still just an innocent massage after all. It's not like he was going to lay her down on this couch and bury his face between her legs, licking up her juices as they poured from her cunt, and after she'd cum time after time bury his cock in her pussy and make her cum again, make her writhe with pleasure. Still just an innocent massage. 

Abruptly she sat up, her head leaving his chest and his hand slipping back down to her elbow. She reached over to the other side of the couch and grabbed a pillow, and, laying it in his lap, settled her body down across him. Her head was near inches from where his cock throbbed, just waiting for the moment where it would get to bury itself in her cunt and thrust until she cried out for more, her body spasming as she came. Her whole body was on display before him, her breasts and body splayed across his lap, her legs folded tight against each other, bended at the knee so that her feet came back to meet his thigh. 

Gregg felt his breath catch in his throat. Abbey's features were thrown into sharp relief from the glow of the TV, her face and jaw highlighted in the soft light, and the combination of light and shadow made the hills of her breasts even more obvious where they lay beneath her t-shirt. The shine lit up the edge of her legs, bringing attention to the flawless skin and the powerful muscles under it. 

Gregg reluctantly removed his hand from her sleeve; the position she had taken made it impossible for him to continue his massage. Instead, he dropped his right hand down and allowed it to rest on her side on top of her shirt, right where he felt the waist of her jeans begin. They sat like this for a long while, Gregg with a hand on her side, Abbey laying down with her head and shoulders in his lap, and Gregg's cock throbbing with each heartbeat, as pictures of all ways he could take her ran through his head. 

Gregg must have fallen asleep, as when he came back to reality, the movie had given way to sitcom reruns. Groggily, he looked down. Abbey was still in the position that he last remembered, her steady breaths revealing that she too had nodded off. Her hair was slightly more unkempt than before, with some hairs fallen loose of her ponytail draped across her face, moving gently with each inhale and exhale. Gregg carefully brushed them back, tucking the loose strands behind her ear and tracing her cheekbone as he did so. She shifted slightly, but did not wake. By the light of the TV, Gregg could see a peaceful smile still on her face. 

He could feel his blood start to race as his dick began to stiffen once again. With consciousness, the overwhelming rush of desire that he had experienced before was had returned, and he became acutely aware of every point of contact between his sister's limp body and his own. He noticed how the gentle rise and fall of her chest caused her breasts to move slightly against his leg. He noticed how the slight motions made in her sleep caused her head to shift, and the changing pressure it made on his cock through the pillow. He noticed the burning warmth of her bare skin where his right hand rested on her stomach. 

The burning warmth of her bare skin. His hand was under her shirt. 

He looked over, startled. The edge of Abbey's shirt had ridden up in her sleep, as now it rested several inches higher, exposing the waistband of her jeans and the sides of her abs, their definition enhanced by the low light. It was on this patch of bare skin that Gregg's hand now rested. He felt her rise and fall underneath his palm, the feeling of skin rubbing on skin. He felt new wave of arousal bolt through him, taking any thoughts of caution or indecency with it. 

He began to stroke his hand along her stomach, tracing her well defined abs and reveling in the sensation. As lust continued to overtake him, he began to roam higher, each motion of his hand raising the hem of her shirt a little more. His hand stroked up her side, moving from tracing her stomach muscles to grazing the bottom of her ribs, and moving higher still, taking in the next highest and the next highest. His fingers reached the edge of her bra, and briefly paused to run his fingers along it, from beneath her right breast to her left, before returning and following the upper edge of the right cup, the shirt rising to expose her. Gregg's heart threatened to burst as he lay his eyes his sister's breast, the plain black bra drawing a beautiful contrast with her skin. Unlike her arms and legs, which were well-tanned as a result of the exposure she received on her long runs, the rest of her skin was pale, seeming to glow in the low light. Gregg was mesmerized. 

Returning his hand to her lithe body, he slipped down her stomach once again in a long stroke, before moving upwards and slipping his hand underneath her bra. He paused again, not in caution, but because the sensation of her supple skin, the realization of what he was doing, threatened to overwhelm him. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, and feel it flowing through his twitching cock. He was aware he had started moving slightly, rocking his hips and rubbing the head of his dick against the pillow. 

He caressed her breast, giving it a slight squeeze, the pressure of the bra driving it into his palm. His slayed fingers dragged over it, up one side and over the soft mound, each one tweaking over the nipple as it went. As he reversed the motion, and his fingertips ran back, he could feel the nipple becoming erect, standing out from her chest as they passed. Feeling the small nub pressing into his hand as he moved his palm further underneath the garment, he lightly stroked the it with his index finger, before pinching and rolling it between the finger and his thumb. 

It wasn't enough. He needed to see it. Even with the bra unseated as it was by his movements, it obscured his view, hiding the nipple that he was toying with and most of her breast. Finally, bringing his left hand to action, he slipped it up her sleeve. This was not like before. He wasn't trying to hide his affections, and he wasn't conflicted about his desire. His hand moved slowly but with purpose, lingering only because the sensations of his skin gliding over hers fueled his desire, and made him ponder what it would feel like to be naked, her bare body pressed against his, as he drove his cock into her and their lips slid over each other in a frenzy of passion. 

His fingers traced up her arm, until they finally came in contact with the bra strap, their intended goal. However, they paused for a moment before continuing, reaching out the top of the tee before coming to rest on Abbey's neck, slowly tracking the muscles and veins that lay there. Gregg could feel her heart beating slowly. Thump. Thump. He caressed her throat longingly before retreating, hooking the bra strap as he went and slipping it down over her shoulder, releasing the tension on the cup. His right hand, knowing that his goal was within it's grasp, ceased it's massaging and teasing, slipping out from underneath the bra and reaching up to grab the top of the cup. He pulled it down, leaving Abbey's breast fully visible for the first time. 

The creamy mound stood out perkily from Abbey's chest even without the bra, the strong chest muscles beneath providing support enough. While not terribly well endowed, Abbey's breasts were enough to fill a hand, and the porcelain white of her skin was interrupted only by the pale pink of her areola. The nub of her nipple stood erect, though whether it was from the fondling or from the cool air, he couldn't say. Not that he cared. The one thought in Gregg's head at that moment was how much he longed to lean over her and kiss the curve of that beautiful tit, lick around the nipple, slip it between his lips and lash at it with his tongue, as his sister gasped beneath him and thrust out her chest to try and get him to take more into the wet embrace of his mouth. 




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Abbey rolled over onto her back, and as suddenly as his arousal had come, it went. Gregg beheld with a clear mind what situation he was in. 

Oh shit, he thought. This was not good. Here he was with his sister sound asleep on his lap, her shirt hiked up, her bra half off, and his hands all over her. Was she asleep? He paused and listened to her breathing. Still slow, still steady. Good. He didn't know what had come over himself, but he had just felt up his sister, and that was all kinds of immoral. If she ever found out, she would kill him. At best. But look at those lips, the O they made as her jaw fell open in her slumber. How could he not just release his cock, slide between those two soft lips and thrust deep into her throat as her tongue lapped at the underside and wrapped around the engorged shaft, teasing the head until he shot his load down her throa... 

Stop, he thought, just stop. 

Carefully, gripping her clothing with just his fingertips, afraid that any more contact might give him away, he returned the bra strap to her shoulder, and tugged the t-shirt back down so that the edge lay across her stomach. 

Lifting the pillow slightly, wary of making any movements large or sudden enough to wake her, Gregg slipped out from under Abbey's head and stood up. He turned to climb the stairs to his bed, checking his pockets for his cell and it's guiding glow. Coming up empty, he sighed and turned back to the couch, and, spying it resting towards the center where it had slipped from his pocket, bent over Abbey's prone body. His hand brushed her bottom as it sought, and then returned with, its prize. 

And as Gregg turned to leave, the phone illuminating his path, he heard a voice, made sultry by sleep and with a twinge of humor, remark, "I knew you loved my ass." 

Dammit. 

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Gregg slept uneasily that night, alternately pondering whether he had truly gotten away with his earlier indiscretions, how disgusting what he had done was, and an endless stream of images of him fucking Abbey anywhere and everywhere. You are so sick. Abbey bent over the arm of the couch, her pert ass in the air and his cock buried to in her sopping cunt, biting a pillow and clenching her fists as an orgasm shook her. You molested your sister. Abbey's head bobbing between his legs, strands of her hair tickling his thighs as he gripped her pony tail and pushed into her hot mouth. She'll hate you. 

Abbey laying back on his bed, breasts pointing to the sky, his head between her legs sucking the engorged folds of her pussy into his mouth and nuzzling her clit, drinking her sweet juices. 

This is wrong. 

The next morning began as the others before it, though Gregg was tired, and his body seemed to buzz with erotic energy. Wake up. Shower. Shave. Dress. Go down to the kitchen, and take his pills. 

Gregg sat, and waited for the door to open. 

Bang. "Hey, bro!" 

"Hey Abbey." 

Abbey walked past him as he sat in his chair, burning a hole in the opposite wall with his eyes in an effort not to look at her. She passed by, opened the cabinet, and reached up for a bowl to hold her cereal, her plain black exercise shorts pulling up into the crack of her ass, and her plain yellow shirt lifting up to reveal the small of her back. The V of sweat that soaked her shoulders seemed to guide his eyes down, and revealed the clasp of her bra through the slightly translucent fabric. The smell of her sweat wafted to him. 

The next thing he knew, he was across the kitchen, arms wrapped around her waist, and his cock pushed tight between the cheeks of her ass, as he nuzzled her neck and tickled it with his hot breath. 

"Little bit too close of a hug for this early in the morning, bro," she laughed as she twisted in his arms, "How about some spa..." The unfinished words hung in the air as she met his eyes and saw the look of primal hunger within. A look of fear and concern spread over her face. "Bro? Are you alri..." Her words were cut off as abruptly as those that came before, as he grabbed her face with his hand, tipping it up and covering her lips with his. He was in another world. He vaguely felt her pushing frantically at his chest with her hands, trying to shove him away, but he did not comprehend and his lips did not break from hers. Her hands gradually grew still, and dragged down his chest, the nails raking over his nipples as they passed, causing his cock to twitch and grow even harder, and a groan vibrated through his mouth. He pushed Abbey's body hard against the edge of the counter, and ground his throbbing dick against her pussy, separated only by the thin fabric of her shorts. 

He felt her mouth open, whether due to lack of breath or abundance of pleasure he did not know, but he slipped his tongue between her lips. He probed her mouth, and after a slight delay felt her do the same. Their tongues danced. He felt her press to him, and, feeling her nipples stabbing at his chest, knew he had to taste them. 

He pulled away from the kiss abruptly and took a step back, reaching down to grip the hem of her shirt with both hands. Abbey, regaining some of her senses, once again protested, trying to push his arms away. She was strong and normally would have been able to control Gregg with ease, but in the grip of his overwhelming fervor, he was stronger. 

"We shouldn't have done that, please, stop it, stommmph!" In one quick motion, Gregg yanked the shirt upwards, turning it inside out, tangling Abbey's arms in the fabric and muffling her words as it pulled over her head. Grabbing the straps of her bra and ripping down, they broke, and he vaguely processed Abbey's shriek as the elastic snapped against her skin. Her breasts bounced free, and the bra came to rest, still hooked, at her waist. 

Grasping Abbey by her thighs, weathering kicks that he was unable to feel, he lifted her up so she sat on the counter, bringing her breasts to face level. He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her chest forward, and devoured her tit. 

He was eager, and sucked the entire areola into his mouth, running his tongue around the nipple, tasting her salty skin. Burying his nose in her breast, it filled with her musk and the smell of the flowers she must have passed on her morning run. Every sense was heightened, and he was drowning in the over-stimulation. Despite her protests, he had felt her kiss him back earlier, felt her thrust back against his cock, rocking her hips against him. He had smelled the scent of her seeping pussy, unmistakable, and had seen the beginnings of a wet spot on her shorts, a darker black against black. His whole body pulsed with pleasure at the knowledge of her arousal. 

Gregg let the breast slip from his mouth, dragging his teeth over the smooth flesh, and pinching the point as it went. With no delay, he sucked the nub back between his lips, holding it between his teeth and lashing at it with his tongue. Alternating between broad laps and circling the tip, biting and raking it with his teeth. 

Abbey, having freed herself from the confines of her t-shirt, returned her hands to his body, but did not push him away. Instead, she wrapped around his head and shoulders, locking him to her teat. Sensing his restraint was no longer needed, Gregg's arm released its grip, dragging across her back and feeling her shiver as it crossed her spine, before stroking across her side to reach her other breast, cupping it in his hand and twisting the nipple between his fingers. Abbey let out a growl and her head fell back, revealing her throat. 

Gregg released his mouth's grip on Abbey's nipple, resting his forehead against her chest and breathing hard. A thin strand of saliva connected her abused tit to his slightly agape lips. Blood thundered through his head making it impossible to think clearly. He wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck her. And he was going to. 

Releasing her other breast, Gregg firmly gripped Abbey's side's above her hips and began to slowly kneel, kissing and licking down her stomach as he went, tasting every inch of her skin. He reached belly button, pausing to gently probe the indentation, feeling Abbey thrust out her stomach towards his attentions, before continuing downward, unhooking and tossing the ruined bra to the ground. Reaching the waist of her exercise shorts, he lightly kissed the skin above before sucking it against his teeth. Briefly tipping his head to drive his nose against the soaking crotch, he nuzzled it and was rewarded with another illicit groan. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he gripped the edges of her shorts, and stood back. 

Gregg yanked down, pulling her shorts down to her ankles where they hung over her sneakers. She wore no underwear. As she had previously explained, it was more comfortable for her to go without on her runs. Sensing what was coming, Abbey pressed her legs together tightly. Gregg knelt down, grasping her legs from underneath and beginning to pry them apart, giving him a space to stand. Abbey began to beg. 

"Please don't, Gregg." 

Having pulled her legs apart, Gregg stood, her ankles held together behind him by her crumpled shorts. He unzipped his jeans, and drew out his hard, drooling cock. "Oh please, oh please, don't do this to meoooooh God." He buried his dick in her hot cunt, and felt her walls spasm around him, pulling him in. "Oh God, oh God." 

Pulling back nearly his full length, he thrust upward, and he felt her muscular thighs grip him tight, as her arms wrapped around his back and her chin came to rest on his shoulder. He once again pulled back and lunged forward. A metallic taste filled his mouth, and realized he was biting her shoulder. 

He felt the pressure as she ground her clit into his pubic bone, and dampness as a drop of her juices ran down his leg. His mouth released her shoulder and locked with hers, one arm reaching around to grasp her by her hair, and another moving down to grip her by the buttocks. And slowly, he began to thrust. 

He started slow, agonizingly slow, and felt his sister moan into his mouth, as he moved in and out. Their mouths separated with a wet smack. He pulled her head back by the hair, and laid a series of kisses across her throat. Gripping her ass in a vice-like grip, her pulled her to him. No more protests slipped from her mouth; her eyes became glassy, and her luscious lips parted in a slight O as her breath came in spasms. He dropped his head to a nipple, sucking it in and biting down, and began to move faster. 

She began to twitch, little ripples running up her body, and her breath came in ragged gasps. As his balls tightened, he felt the first waves of her orgasm run over his cock in a heavenly massage, and her legs pulled him tight, her heels burying themselves in the small of his back. Her back arched under her own volition, thrusting her tit into his eager tongue. 

"I'm gonna cum, oh please fuck me, please, please oh god, ohhhhhh fuck." 

Gregg's dick was drawn deep within her, and her muscles undulated over him, the combination of the excruciating pressure and her cries pushing him over the edge. He shook, feeling his dick pulse as his cum shot deep inside of her. 

His orgasm only seemed to intensify hers. As his dick pulsated within her, and he groaned into her breast, a second wave of spasms shot through her. There were no words this time. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body threatened to topple over, as the contractions moved upwards. Gregg gripped her back and pulled her tight, feeling her muscles squeeze and release as the aftershocks passed between them, each one's shudders setting off more in the other. He slipped out of her as his dick began to grow soft, and they rested against one another, Gregg's head on Abbey's chest, and her chin on his shoulder, as they attempted to regain their breath. 

Having finally gained release, Gregg was overcome with a moment of clarity. 

Oh my god, I just raped my sister. He felt sick, like a hard lump had formed in his throat and his stomach twisted into a knot. Gravity seemed to be pulling at him wrong. Oh god, what's happening to me? 

He had been fine two days ago, and now he had just finished fucking his sister on the counter top. What changed? 

Two days ago. 

He started with the new pill two days ago. 

He slipped out from between her legs, lifting one to duck underneath, and backed away, bracing himself on the tabletop behind him with panic in his eyes. Despite having just came, and the utter horror he was attempting to process, he still noticed that Abbey was a sight to behold. Eyes half closed, her chin rested against her chest, and her hair hung in disarray about her as she panted through open lips. She was covered head to toe in a sheen of sweat, and has he watched, a drop fell loose from her neck, following the contours of her collarbone and dripping down the side of one breast before falling to the floor. Her whole body was flushed, a brilliant red against her pale skin, and her nipples stood still erect, worn from his affections. Her clit was plainly visible, the rosy nub extending from its hood, and a small pool of cum was forming below her inflamed pussy lips, steadily running from her still gaped hole. Her shirt lay crumpled to the side on the counter, and her exercise shorts still hung sloppily from one sneaker. The bra Gregg had destroyed in his eagerness lay several feet away on the tile floor. He watched her abs clench as a final spasm ran up her body. 

Abbey breathed out in a huge sigh. 

"Oh, wow." 

Folding her legs to her, she slipped the shorts off over her shoes, and placed them on the counter with her shirt. Unsteadily, she slipped down from the edge, a gush of semen falling from her pussy before slowing to a steady drizzle, a thin rope of cum running from her to the floor. 

Her eyes raised to meet his, a look of dead seriousness that bordered on a glare. 

"We need to talk. Couch. Now." 

"Um, shouldn't we clean up first? I mean, you're naked and there's..." 

"You just raped me on the kitchen counter. Tuck your dick back in if you want, but by this point you've done far more than see me naked, and the house will clean later. I'll be waiting." 

And with that, she walked out the door into the next room. 

Gregg felt the terror rising within him, threatening to overwhelm him. He felt an urge to just sprint out the back door and never return. This was what he had feared. Was he going to jail? He deserved it. And she hated him, which was even worse. He had destroyed twenty years of friendship in ten minutes. He stood there in the kitchen, resting heavily against the stained wood of the table, and sincerely prayed that if there was a god, any god, that it would strike him down. 

But nothing happened. No bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and no karmic punishment was inflicted. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. He was going to have to face his sister. In an ineffective attempt at decency, he tucked his semi-hard dick back into the fly of his jeans; The crotch was still stained dark with his sister's juices, but he didn't feel right going out there with his dick in full view. 

He followed his sister's footsteps into the next room. 

She looked up at him from where she sat on the couch, naked except for her running shoes, and her tits swayed slightly as she turned to him. 

"Come here and sit down," she said, patting the cushion beside her. She kept her eyes locked on his, and waited. 

Tentatively, he proceeded to the couch. What does this mean?, he thought, If she was mad, why would she tell me to sit next to her? 

Her eyes stayed steady with his as he sat down, and he looked away, embarrassed. He imagined judgement in those eyes, and he couldn't stand it. And despite how he was trying to ignore it, looking at her meant he couldn't avoid taking in her body, and the combination of her smell with her fresh-fucked appearance was affecting him. His cock was swiftly rising from half-mast to fully erect. 

A hand grabbed his chin, and gently but firmly turned his head back towards her, so that their eyes met. 

Gregg saw her eyes staring into his, and broke down in tears. 

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry. My meds..." 

"Yeah, I know." 

Gregg's eyes opened wide with shock. 

"Wait, what? You know?" 

"Yeah, dumbass. Ever since you first got sick, I've been reading up on your meds, keeping track of the side effects and such. So if something happened with them, I'd know what was going on. I was trying to protect you. So I read the pill bottles. Just in case." 

She paused to drag in a breath. 

"So yeah, I knew the new med might have some sexual side effects. Honestly, just figured you'd be jerking off more." 

She shifted her gave from one of Gregg's eyes to the other, making sure she had his full attention. 

"Anyways, I figured I'd have a little fun. Crack jokes about you checking me out, maybe tease you a bit." She glanced down into her lap for a second before resuming her gaze, a wry smile beginning to crack over her face, "I never figured that you'd be ripping off my clothes and fucking me on the kitchen counter. One hell of a side effect." 

Gregg once again began to apologize. 

"Relax. Neither of us meant for this to happen. It was an accident, and we didn't know enough to prevent it." 

Both siblings looked away from each other. There was a long pause. 

Gregg cleared his throat. "Um, there's no easy way to put this, but are you..." 

"Yes, I'm on the pill" 

The silence resumed. 

"Well then, I'd guess I'd better go and get my doctor to switch the medication." 

Gregg started to stand. He was stopped by a hand gripping his shoulder in a tightening grip. 

"Sit down. We're not done." 

Gregg looked at his sister, confused, but complied. The hand digging into his shoulder didn't give him much choice. 

"I'm still mad at you." 

Gregg hit the cushions with a thump as he was forcefully pushed, landing on his back. Surprised, he reached out with his hands, attempting to grab the back of the couch and pull himself back up, only for him to feel Abbey's warm hands wrap around his wrists. He felt a weight settle on his chest as Abbey straddled him, her legs pinning his upper arms as she positioned herself and slid her weight forwards. 

"Abbey, what are you..." 

"Shut up." 

Gregg didn't understand what was going on. He tried to sit up, wriggling and flexing his muscles to try and unseat her, but found himself unable. She had the entire weight of her body on his chest, and there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to free his wrists, and the muscles stood out on Abbey's tan arms, but did not give an inch. He might as well be trying to bend iron. When he gave up that effort, Abbey pulled his arms up above his head, transferring his wrists to one hand and pinning them against the arm of the couch. Her free hand then passed over his face back towards her body, and Gregg's eyes followed, transfixed. 

Where she sat, her legs folded on his arms and her bottom resting on his upper chest, her pussy was inches from his face. It still glistened with the combined juices from their earlier encounter, and he could still see the tip of her clit poking out from her folds. Her free hand settled lightly on her toned stomach, just above the line of her shortly cut pubes, and caressed them before moving down to her swollen slit. Her hand made two broad strokes up and down, becoming coated in the remaining fluids, before settling upwards at her growing button, lazily circling and pinching the tiny nub. Her hips thrust forwards ever so slightly into her hand. 

Gregg had no idea how long he lay there staring. The sight had caused the incredible hunger to return, and his thoughts were driven out by the thundering of his blood in his ears, as his cock grew ever harder. 




Side Effects



Eventually, Abbey's hand left her pussy, her juices beginning to pool on his chest and her fingers covered in a sticky film. She reached out to caress his face, the thumb rubbing over his cheek and her fingertips tracing his jaw, before running up over his forehead and through his hair. 

Suddenly, her caress became a vise as she gripped his hair, pulling at the roots. She shifted forwards, lifting her hips and repositioning herself so that her pussy loomed over Gregg's face. His vision was filled with it, and his nostrils overflowed with her scent. 

"Take a breath." 

Gregg did, and the next second Abbey's labia were mashed over his face, her hand pulling his face up by the hair as her body was pushing down. 

Gregg stuck out his tongue and lapped at her pussy, lightly nipping her lips with his teeth. He ran his tongue up and down the cleft between, reveling in the taste of her juices, lapping them up as his tongue circled the entrance to her vagina. He stabbed at the tight hole with his tongue and felt her thighs close and flex around his head. 

By this point, Gregg was not so much an active participant as a human sex toy. While he lashed at her pussy, she ground her hips into his face, rubbing her clit against his nose and thrusting down onto his tongue. She began to moan as she impaled herself on him, and he felt her walls begin to flutter as he fucked her with his mouth, twisting his tongue inside of her. Her smell, being so close to the thing he desired, was driving Gregg wild. He could feel his balls tightening in anticipation of release, and his dick rubbing against the soaked front of his jeans. 

Abruptly, Abbey released his head and let it fall back to the cushion. He tried to raise it, to rebury his mouth in her drooling hole, but she planted a hand on his forehead, and roughly pushed him back. He felt the weight come off his arms, and tried once again to break them free, but was prevented as Abbey once again gripped his wrists with both hands. Taking one in each, she pulled his arms down alongside his body and pressed them to the cushions, sliding her hips back along his chest as she did so and leaving a slimy trail of juices. Her hips slid over his jeans, and the weight of her felt heavenly. 

Holding his hands down to the seat of the couch, she took up a position much like the one she was in earlier; legs folded beneath her, upright, but now positioned over his crotch. Releasing one of his hands, she reached down below herself and unzipped the fly, pulling his dick out and rubbing it against her slit, pinned between her hand and her pussy. Her previous actions had nearly driven him to the point of madness, and the head of his cock was an angry purple, his dick jumping with his heartbeat. He was enveloped in warmth as she slid over him, coating his dick with her hot juices and nuzzling the head against her clit. 

Eyes closed, she lifted her hips and pushed back with her hand, and Gregg felt the tip of his dick dip into her waiting hole. Taking a deep breath, Abbey began to lower herself, letting out a cry as the head popped in that turned into a guttural moan as she lowered herself halfway down it's length. She lifted her hips, and after two more thrusts, had buried him to the hilt, her clit rubbing on his pubic bone. She opened her eyes. 

"I'm mad at you." 

She began to rock forward and back, her bean becoming pinched between them and grinding on him with each motion. 

"I'm mad because you took me, and you had no right." 

With every backward motion, she began to raise her hips, sliding up and down his cock. He felt a trail of her lubrication slide through his pubic hair. 

"I'm mad because you kissed me, sucked my tits, and fucked me senseless like a whore, even when I told you to stop." 

She was rocking back nearly halfway off his cock now, and was beginning to gasp for breath. 

"And I'm mad because when you did, you gave me the best orgasm OF MY LIFE. I'm mad that MY BROTHER, the one person who shouldn't, picked me up, tore my clothes off, treated me like a fuck-toy, sunk his cock into me and bit my tits as I writhed around on it like a slut, and I came hardooooh god, oh fuck yes." 

She slowed down, catching her breath. She locked eyes with him, her one hand moving to continue giving affection to her engorged clit, and the other releasing his other wrist to massage her breast. Abbey began pinching her nipple and pulling it away from her body, twisting it, as Gregg felt her vagina ooze hot oil and squeeze around his cock. 

"So now I'm going to use you. I'm going to do to you what you did to me. I'm going to fuck you until I pop and there's nothing you can do about it." 

She began fucking him in earnest. 

Gregg was very close to coming, though it didn't look like Abbey was that far off either. She was leaning on one hand over him, head hanging, surrounded by her sweat-soaked hair and the remains of her ponytail. Her speech had been reduced to a barely audible string of "oh fuck, oh please," repeated over and over as her breath once again grew ragged. She threw herself down on his cock and her other hand furiously rubbed her clit. Wet smacks resonated throughout the room. 

"OOOOOOOH GOD" 

Once again, Gregg felt her walls clamp down hard as ecstasy took her, spasms wracking her body and causing her to fall forwards across his chest. The feeling of Abbey writhing on top of him finally tipped him over the edge as well, and his cock swelled as it began to pump its load deep within her. Abbey wrapped her arms around him as a massive spasm ran through her, and a shot of pain made him aware of her teeth sinking into his shoulder. 

They lay like that for a time, both siblings twitching as their respective climaxes ran their course. Gregg's dick began to grow soft, and he felt Abbey's pussy pulse around him as he slid out of her, loathe to give him up. His crotch began to grow cool as their spendings dried in the air. 

Finally, Abbey lifted herself up on her arms and looked at him, a grin on her face. 

"Well, looks like we match now, bro" 

Gregg was confused for a second, but then it clicked, "Oh right, the bite marks." 

They were silent for a moment and then, somberly, Gregg asked, "Are we okay?" 

"We're fine on my end. As I see it this makes us even. But this shouldn't happen again." 

"I know, it's just with this medication...I'm not sure I can help it. I'll call the doc today and look into getting it changed, but there are some meds you can't just quit taking." 

"I know." 

"I'm sorry that I'm broken and need these fucking meds." 

Abbey blinked in surprise, and stared deep into his eyes. 

"You're not broken," she leaned over, and lowered herself to his face, her parted lips lovingly caressing his. 

She lifted herself back up, "I love the shit out of you, you know that?" 

A small smile played across Gregg's face, "Love you too, Abbey." 

Abbey sat back up and stood from the couch. "Now then, I am late for class, and I imagine this interrupted your routine quite a bit. I'm going to go shower, and then I'm outta here. Don't accidentally fuck me on my way out the door!" She said the last part with a smile, and then moved off. The sound of running water filled the still air. 

Gregg lay there for several minutes, catching his breath and processing what had happened. Finally, he stood, tucking his penis back into his pants and slowly walking to the kichen. Gregg grabbed the phone and started to dial the number for his doctor, then stopped and returned it to it's cradle. He could call later. 

He collapsed in his chair and leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a long time. He heard the front door slam, announcing to the world that Abbey had indeed left the building. Gregg smiled to himself. That girl never could do anything quietly. The morning sun danced through the window, and fell on the room, making shifting patterns on the walls. 

And Gregg thought to himself that maybe it was time for his routine to change.



Side Effects



Splicing was just a fact of modern life these days. In the early days splicing was something edgy and bizarre, the exclusive to the wealthy and eccentric. Now it was as routine as tattoos and body piercings.

Most mutagens fell into two categories, corrective and cosmetic. Corrective fixed genetic deficiencies, such as nearsightedness or less than stellar intelligence. These were simple, practical, and popular. Cosmetic were equally popular. They altered everything from eye color to muscle mass to breast size. You could dose yourself with a mutagen to swap genders if you were so inclined. 

There were even mutagens that allowed a person to take on animal traits, spliced from the species of choice. The sky was the limit as far as splicing was concerned. Entire industries grew up around the practice, completely changing society and our sense of identity as a species.

I wanted something simple. Bigger breasts. Simple and shallow I know, but I was never satisfied with my modest bustline and I caught my husband discreetly observing the more massive mammaries of other women, natural or otherwise. Breast enhancing mutagens were the most popular on the market, even more popular than the IQ boosters. Go figure.

I was stoked when my dose arrived in the mail. They were still pretty expensive, but I managed to find a distributer that was selling them at a discount. The adds said they should kick in quickly, with noticable results overnight. This was my first attempt at splicing, so I wasn't sure what to expect. The packaging included a bright red label that read, "Warning: Splicing results in permanent modification of base genetic structure. Splicing is permanent. Splice at your own risk."

I swabbed my arm and gently pushed the needle in. The injection burned at first, then started to tingle, starting at my arm, then running through my entire body, especially my breasts. I took it as a good sign. My appetite went through the roof within a few hours, although for some reason I craved salad. I ate everything green in the house and them some, going as far as to run to the grocery store to pick up a bunch of ready made salads.

Once I was finally sated, I grew incredibly sleepy. Which was weird, since it was like eight o'clock. I nearly passed out at the kitchen table, but I had the presence of mind to drag my ass into the bedroom before collapsing fully clothed onto the bed. I slept deeply and well, dreaming of sunny fields and the smell of grass.

A painful sensation in my chest woke me. "Hey babe. You feeling ok?" my husband asked. "You were asleep when I got home."

"Give me a minute," I muttered, my sleepy brain processing the source of my discomfort. My bra felt like it was about ten sizes too small. I reached back and unclasped the strained elastic, freeing my much more bountiful breasts from their underwired prison.

"Damn Molly. Is it just me, or did you get a little...bigger?" Sam asked me, staring down my new and impressive expanse of cleavage.

"You like?" I asked coyly, shaking my heavy tits back and forth for effect.

"Fuck yes."

I yanked my blouse up over my head, exposing my new breasts for the first time. Not only were they bigger, so much bigger, but my nipples seemed thicker, fatter, and longer too. There were darker too, the dark pink in stark contrast to my alabaster titflesh. I climbed on top of my very happy, very horny husband, brushing my nipples over his face. I gasped as he caught one between his lips, teasing the tip with his tongue.

"Pants. Off. Now!" I demanded.

I pulled of my capris and panties and he did the same with his boxers. I impaled myself on his cock, fuck foreplay. I ran my hands over my massive tits, sighing with satisfaction as I kneaded them, rolling my thick nipples between my fingers.

"Moo," I moaned. "Don't hold back baby. Fill me up. Moo!"

I came just before he did, my pussy squeezing the cum out of my husbands pulsating cock. I had no idea what came over me. The unbridled lust, the bizarre noises, the desire for Sam's sperm. Not that we had a vanilla sex life or anything, but this was the most intense, animal-like sexual encounter we'd ever had.

"Holy shit Molly," Sam exclaimed. "Where did that come from?"

"Must be a side effect," I said dreamily. I'd been fucked sleepy again. "Could you run to the store and get some more lettuce? I'm gonna take a quick nap."

"Uh, sure. Enjoy your beauty sleep," Sam muttered, sounding a little confused.

"Moo. Thanks babe."

I woke up late in the day, pleased to discover my new breasts were still there and still looked fantastic. I threw a t-shirt on over them. I didn't own a bra that could possibly contain them, so I didn't bother. It was a little uncomfortable. The skin over my ribs, just under my breasts was kind of itchy and the fabric chafed my nipples. I frowned when I noticed my nails. They were thicker and darker than usual, looking kind of like claws, only with dull tips.

Sam was at work, so I was left to my own devices. I took a week off to accommodate my genetic upgrade, so I had nothing to do and nowhere to be. I was starving, but fortunately Sam was sweet enough to remember to grab a head of lettuce. I managed to wash it before resorting to tearing leaves straight off the head and eating them as is.

As I munched on the lettuce, I noticed something odd about my hands and arms. My skin was discolored, with large dark patches of skin emerging in random spots along my arms. My legs had the same spots as well, although my midriff was clear. I checked myself out in the mirror. My face had the same freaking spots, with one large one forming over the left side of my face and over my eye.

"What the fuck?" I asked no one in particular.

I called the manufacturer immediately, angrily chewing on lettuce while I waited on hold. And waited. And waited. And waited. I was on hold for so long I was starting to get a headache, although it seemed to radiate from two points on the top of my scalp. I felt for them, which was weirdly difficult as my fingers were getting kind of stiff, feeling a pair of identical bumps just under my hairline.

To make matters worse, none of my shoes fit anymore. Not only did my toenails take on the same weird tough, dark thickness of my fingernails, it was as though I'd gone up several shoe sizes. My feet were just way too long to fit into my sneakers. Which sucked because I really wanted some more lettuce.

"Hey Molly, how was your what the hell happened to you?" Sam asked as the caught sight of me.

"Moo. I think I may have gotten a bad batch," I said irritably.

The drive to the doctor was extremely uncomfortable, mainly because sitting down put this weird pressure on my lower spine that I couldn't identify, right on my tailbone. The nurse put me through the usual tests, taking my temperature, checking my blood pressure, etc. The doctor came in a few minutes later.

"So, it looks like your mutagen is progressing along as expected, although there seems to be some oversight here. There isn't any record of you at any of the local dairies," he said matter-of-factly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

"No worries, I'll just scan your chip and pull up your records. Are you her handler?" the doctor asked my husband.

"I'm her husband," Sam said, not sure whether to be offended on my behalf.

"Her husband. Really? Don't see many married cowgirls," the doctor relied.

"Cowgirl?" I asked.

"Yes. According to your genetic profile, you've been administered with the bovine mutagen within the last twenty-four hours. It takes about a five days for the psychological and physiological changes to complete, although as you can see they've already begun. You should begin production within the next two days," he explained.

"Production of what?" I demanded.

He looked at me like I was a moron. "Of milk. Did you not read your contract?" he asked.

"What contract? She took a breast enhancement mutagen," Sam insisted.

The doctor blanched. "Oh dear. That is unfortunate."

"What is happening to me?" I demanded.

"Well, it seems as though you've stumbled across one vial from a lot of bovine mutagen that was reported missing a few weeks ago. This mutagen is very potent, very strictly regulated. It is a speciating mutagen, resulting in a fundamental change in the genetic and physical makeup of the subject it is administered to," he explained.

"What does that mean?" Sam asked.

"It means that you are transforming into what is colloquially known as a cowgirl, a genetically engineered hybrid designed for maximized milk production."

"I'm turning into a farm animal?" I whimpered.

"You'll still retain your human intellect, for the most part. However, the changes to your body and behavior will render you unsuitable for life as you know it. Your best bet is to register with one of the local dairies, where they have the facilities and equipment to accommodate your needs," the doctor said sympathetically.

"No way. I'm not taking my wife to some place where she'll be treated like livestock," Sam said angrily.

"That is your prerogative."

The drive home was uncomfortable, and not just because of the tail that was starting to grow out of my backside. Yeah, turns out that pressure in my tailbone was in fact a tail.

"We'll get through this," Sam insisted.

"Look at me Sam. Moo. It's only going to get worse," I moaned.

"I've seen cowgirls before. They're actually pretty sexy," my husband said encouragingly.

"Really?" I was grasping at straws here.

"Totally. A buddy of mine actually dated one in college."

"Were they able to, you know?" I asked. Despite the stress of this mind-blowing revelation, I was still weirdly horny. Another side effect I guess.

"That was basically all they did. Apparently when a cowgirl goes into heat, she can't get enough," Sam explained.

"Moo," I nodded. "I guess we'll just see where it goes."

I was exhausted when we made it home. Sam was already at work by the time I woke up the next day. He left a ton of salad in the fridge, along with an encouraging note. "Love you, no matter what. Sam," it said.

Last night's changes promised to test that claim. A second pair of breasts were swelling up under my original pair. "Udders," I corrected myself. "They're not breasts. They're udders." The dull ache inside all four of them reminded me that I would start producing a fuck ton of milk soon, and my hands no longer possessed the dexterity to extract it effectively.

The changes didn't stop there. My skin, save for my face, chest, stomach, and inner thighs was coated in a fine layer of soft black and white hairs. My horns stuck out of my hair, the white tips barely visible above my bangs. My nails were growing up into my fingers, the nail beds extending past the first knuckles. My toenails were fusing together, my big toes and index toes fusing together, leaving a clean split for the other toes on each foot to fuse as well. I was still able to balance upright on my half hooves, half feet, even though my heels no longer made contact with the ground.

The tail, that was something else altogether. It moved, on its own when I didn't think about it, but when I focused I discovered I could control it. It was kind of fun. The hair on the tip matched the blonde hair on my head instead of the fur that covered my body. It actually liked it.

I ate, napped, ate, napped. I tore through all the lettuce, but discovered something wonderful smelling in the backyard. Good thing we had a privacy fence. There wasn't a shirt that could fit my four massive udders and my tail precluded wearing pants. I stepped outside naked, happy to discover that the wonderful smell was our lush, abundant lawn. I dropped down on all fours and munched away, mooing happily.

I was still outside when Sam got home. I was facing away from him, so the first thing he must have seen when he found me was my furry ass, my pussy lips obscured only by my tail swaying back and forth.

"Hey there beautiful," he said sweetly.

I didn't feel beautiful. For the first time all day, I remembered my sense of shame. I felt like a freak. "I'm a cow," I groaned.

"You're a beautiful cow," Sam insisted.

That's all it took. His words soothed me. We were married long enough for me to tell when he was lying. He wasn't.

"Moo. I need you," I whispered.

He unbuckled his belt and let his pants and underwear slide down to the ground. He was already hard. I felt the familiar pressure as he pushed into me. I was wet, so wet, but just as tight as every. My cunt was still fully human it seemed.

"Moo! Fuck moo! Fuck your cow!" I cried.

The need overtook me again. That deep, devastating need for him to fill me up, make me swell with his sperm, breed me. Holy shit, where did that come from?

"Moo!" I screamed as we came.

I followed him inside, walking on all fours. I could still stand upright if I were so inclined, but this was more comfortable. I crawled into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I discovered I could hear things more clearly if I flexed something in my head. A glance in the mirror confirmed that my ears were large and floppy now, and could twitch and change direction at will. My horns were quite prominent now, jutting out proudly from my golden locks. My fur was thicker, obscuring my skin altogether, save for the bare human skin that ran from my face to my nether regions.

My nose had changed too. It was broader and wider, black and textured at the tip and nostrils. I imagined a large ring through my septum wouldn't look out of place. My hands were now marginally functional as hands, the thick hoof-like nails rendering my fingers into stiff, hard, thick digits. My feet were fully bovine now, a pair of large hooves encasing my former toes.

My tail cheered me up. I discovered I could swat my back and sides with it. Convenient if I got an itch there. It made the bathroom situation complicated though. It made sitting on the toilet a virtual impossibility. I tried to find a comfortable way to hover pee, but it just wasn't working out. I ignored nature's call for the moment, deciding to head outside for breakfast instead.

I grazed happily, though the pressure in my udders was getting to me. Farmer Sam needed to get his ass home quickly so he could milk his cowgirl. My lower udders were almost as large as my uppers, and my teats were even longer and thicker, easily over an inch long. I could see white liquid dripping from the tips, begging to be coaxed out by a pair of skilled hands.

That wasn't the only pressure bothering me either. I still needed to pee. And then, I didn't. I couldn't recall deciding it was a good idea to pee in the backyard. I just went. Clearly the bovine DNA was affecting my brain as well as my body.

I fell asleep again, waking long enough to spit out a few of my teeth in the bathroom sink. My canines were gone, but I could already see a new set of molars emerging from my gums. I was officially a herbivore. Unfortunately all the roughage I was eating was catching up with me and my toilet issues hadn't changed. I went outside. I wasn't proud of it, but I was a farm animal. Sam would understand. He always did.

I heard the door open. "Hey Molly," Same said with a grin. "How's my girl?"

The tension in my udders was growing unbearable. I felt like I might burst. "Moo! I need you to milk moo," I explained desperately.

"Yeah, of course. No problem," Sam said, running to the kitchen to grab a bucket. I stood next to the easy chair in the living room on all fours, giving him easy access to my engorged udders. He placed he bucket under me, then took the two closest teats in his hands and began to squeeze.

Instant relief. I could hear the milk spray forcefully into the plastic bucket. "Moo. Thank you," I cooed. He continued tugging away, methodically draining the milk. When the flow slowed he switched sides, working on the opposite pair. The stimulation, the scent of dairy was incredibly arousing. My tail twitched in anticipation. As soon as he was done milking me, I wanted him to mount and breed me.

Sam obliged, although his cock, while stimulating, was strangely unsatisfying. It was like masturbating, which I had done at length throughout the day. Pleasurable, but not quite the same. He gave a good effort, fucking his cowgirl like his life depended on it until he exploded inside me.

The rest of the changes were minor. My horns finished growing, my new teeth came in, my fur reached full length. The final touches on my transition from woman to cow were complete. We fell into an easy, comfortable, hedonistic rhytym, which consisted of eating, milking, fucking, and sleeping. For a month this went on, and for a while it seemed to be working. 

Sam got me an series of milk pumps to take the edge off while he was at work. They filled way too quickly, but they worked in a pinch. My stomachs, plural apparently, were surprisingly efficient, so I only didn't produce too much solid waste, and what droppings I left composted easily. Sam also went out of his way to bathe and brush me, keeping my fur soft and clean.

But it wasn't perfect, that the flaws were becoming more glaring each day. Our yard wasn't big enough to keep me fed without destroying it, so we spent a small fortune on lettuce. My milk production exceeded a gallon a day, outpacing the wholly inadequate milk pumps. Sam was in danger of getting carpel tunnel from milking me by hand for hours on end.

All these things we might have managed. But then I went into heat. And all sense, all reason went out the window. I needed to fuck, I needed to be fucked properly, I needed to bred, to have a little cowgirl growing inside me. My husband, as much as I loved him, wasn't enough, I needed a cowboy's, a bull's cock inside me, filling me up with his seed.

"Moo," I cried while Sam fucked me furiously. "I'm so sorry baby. It just isn't enough. I'm so horny, I can't stand it."

"I understand," he said wistfully, slowing his pace. He was still inside me, which felt so good, I wished it was enough, I wanted it to be enough so badly. "I'll take you in to Swanson's Dairy tomorrow. They'll give you what you need there."

"Moo. I'm so sorry Sam. I tried to be a good wife," I cried.

"I know."

I knew the implications of what would follow, what the next day would bring. That life as Iknew it was already over it. But there was still something I could do for both of us. I pulled away from Sam, beckoning for him to follow me inside. I climbed onto the bed and laid on my back, spreading my legs wide for him.

"Make love to me Sam. Let me be your wife one last time," I said lovingly.

"Anything for you Molly."

I mooed as he entered me. He kissed me passionately. We hadn't made love like this in weeks. For a little while, I felt human again. I died a little when I felt him spasm inside me. I still couldn't cum, but I didn't care. The feeling of him resting his head against my chest, whispering that he loved me was all I needed.

The next day I was at Swanson's Dairy, being inspected by my new handler. He checked my mouth, my udders, my cunt, everything the looked for in a healthy cowgirl. Sam watched him handle me dispassionately. I was finally out of heat, but the problem would only return again in a month. This was the right call.

The tag pinched as my handler punched it through my ear. It was like a giant yellow earring. I felt a pinch in my ass cheek as he injected me with my RFID chip. Last but not least was the brand. Strictly unnecessary, more of a tradition than anything else. He was kind enough to numb the area first, but the scent of burnt hair and flesh was one I would not forget. I was part of the herd now.

The other cowgirls were so sweet, showing me around, making me feel welcome. It was like having a brand new family. As the weeks passed, I settled into a familiar rhythm. Industrial grade milking machines replaced Sam's strong hands, extracting my milk with intense but pleasurable efficiency. Some of the other cowgirls got a good fucking during their milkings, sometimes by a handler, sometimes by a cowboy. Even the ones that were heavily pregnant already.




Side Effects



Strangely, they left me alone. I was just as hot, horny, and naked as the other cowgirls. None of the males, regardless of species, asked a cowgirl's opinion regarding sex. They just mounted at will. Consent was implicit when you were a cowgirl.

Then the day came. I woke up worked up, absolutely out of control horny. I mooed insistently during my morning milking, desperate for a little relief.

"Moo! Someone, anyone, please fuck me!" I screamed.

"Well, if you insist," a familiar voice said warmly.

"Sam?" I asked, turning to face him.

It was Sam, or should I say Sam 2.0. Everything from the horns on his head, his muscular fur lined arms, and his massive bullish dick screamed that he was one hundred percent, grade A cowboy.

"Moo," I said, unable to find the words.

"Moo," he replied. "I'd do anything for you."

He mounted me without another word, pumping in and out, in and out. I screamed in pleasure, the rest of the herd watching my husband turned mate impregnate. I came so fucking hard when he spurted inside me. Milk sprayed from all four of my teats. His cum leaked out of my lips before he could even withdraw. I felt like he'd shot a whole litter inside me, and I couldn't have been more satisfied. He stayed inside me, I'm not sure for how long. I felt whole, complete.

Nine months later I watched Sam mount one of the newer members of the herd. I stroked me swollen belly tenderly as I witnessed him fuck a little cow inside my new friend. Sam knocked up a few cowgirls across the herd, but he saved the bulk of his time, attention, and copious libido for yours truly. I couldn't wait to give birth, both so I could meet my new daughter and so I could kick off the whole exhilarating process all over again. My humanity was at an end, but in a way, my life had truly just begun.



Side Effects Ch. 02



Three Weeks Later

6:30 Friday Night

Natasha brushed a strand of her nut brown hair away from her face and behind her ear. Her eyes dark brown eyes were focused on the screen of her computer. She had several reviews that she needed to write up before she could leave work for the day. Closing her eyes for a moment to try and collect her self, she sighed. Concentration wasn't happening as it usually did. It had been several weeks since that really weird dream about the cat, and it still left her unsettled. That next morning she was shocked when she was chatting with Kevin over her breakfast, he had scratches on his face, kind of like the ones in the dream. When she talked to him about it, he told her this story about a lady at work that was hyped up on meds and attacked the pharmacist and he had helped pull the crazy lady off the poor pharmacist and in the processes she had clawed his face. 

Working her bottom lip between her teeth, Natasha tried one more time to figure out what about the whole thing was nagging at her. It wasn't like she had never had a weird dream before. Letting out a small sigh, she turned her eyes back onto the review she was in the middle of writing. There was a new exhibit coming up at the gallery in the next couple of days and she was trying to write a description of the pieces to lure the audience in, much less hopefully get some of pieces sold. The artist called them Dreamscapes, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, they were very good, but disturbing on some level.

Looking over at some of the snap shots she took of the some of the canvases, looking for words, she paused over the piece called Cream. In the pictures it seemed as if the artist was blending a long legged naked woman and a long legged cat together into one entity that was enjoying a bowl of cream. Natasha look at the picture as if it would open up and tell her what was bugging in. Sighing, she looked up at the clock and decided to call it a day. The words were not flowing for her and she was tired. The sleep at night had not been all that plentiful as of the last couple of weeks, and perhaps if she had a glass of wine or two she would be able to fall into a deep sleep. Shutting down her computer, Natasha locked her desk up and grabbed her pocket book. The rest of the gallery was dark. The staff had cut out early to get their weekends started. Making sure the front doors were locked, Natasha exited through the gift shop and pulled the door shut tight behind her. The lock clicked into place. 

Pulling her tan trench coat around her closer, she could still feel the chill of the October wind try to push through her. The sky was quickly darkening and it looked like it was going to rain. Not wanting to waste any time getting back home, she decided to take a quick short cut through on of the side alleys. The last think she wanted to do was get caught in a down pour. The clattering of her heels echoed as she walked down the alley. Click Click Click it reverberated. A car back fired some where in the distance and then much closer a woman could be heard screaming at some one in rapid fire spanish. The thunder rolled. Rounding the corner to exit alley, Natasha tripped quite suddenly. Completely losing her balance she tumbled to the ground. Her knees hit the un even pavements and little rocks dug into her skin. Her pocket book bounced a few times before settling in a mud puddle. Slowly Natasha began to pick herself up off of the grimy pavement. Her hands ached slightly from skinning them as she had placed them hands down in front of her to prevent her from kissing gravities gift. Pausing for a moment as she got to her knees, she heard it again, a plaintive little mewing sounds. Glancing around at the increasingly darkening alley, she finally saw it. The object of her tumble. It was a kitten. A dirty calico kitten with huge black spots on it, that looked like it might have broken its leg. Trying to brush some hair thad had escaped its confines behind her ears, she sighed again.

Picking up the kitten, Natasha tucked it inside of her coat and bent down slowly and picked up her pocket book. There were only a couple more blocks to go before she was home and then she would talk to Kevin to see if he could handle the mewing little ball of fluff. If anything he would know what to do, thought Natasha as she slowly began to limp home.

8:30 pm

Kevin stirred a giant pot of boiling pasta on the stove. The noodles were almost done and the sauce simmered in a pot. The smells of oregano and thyme waifed up into the air and filling the air of the apartment. Kevin enjoyed cooking, but hardly ever did it. It seemed that work had a way of filling up all the extra nooks and crannies of his life. It seemed like ages since he had been out on a date and it seemed like now he was even taking work home with him. The experiment had gone for the most part well with Tish a few weeks ao, but something was off about her and he wasn't entirely sure what it was. She wasn't talking to him about what ever was bugging him and then out of the blue she came home early with a bed ragged kitten looking like she had been in a bar fight. There was dirt on her nose and her hair was falling out of that sophisticated chignon that she normally work. Talking a look at her Tish, he had told her to shower up and get changed while he tried to figure out what to do with the kitten. Currently the kitten was sitting on the kitchen table lapping up some of the cream he had put in a saucer for it. Looking at the kitten, he could tell that it was going to need a back and possibly a visit to the vet. It was going to be impossible for them to keep the kitten, because of their no pets clause on their lease. Glancing at the kitten to make sure it wasn't getting into trouble, he lifted the pot of boiling noodles off of the burner and strained the hot water off of them into the skin. The steam from the noodles puffed up and around his face, making his glasses steam up. He put the pot back onto the burner and turned it off and waited. Tish should be coming out of the bathroom any time now. 

As if on queue, Tish came out of the hall way in to the kitchen. Her long brown hair was damp and pulled away from her face. The long wet strands hung about her face, the heat from the long shower caused her cheeks to be flushed. . A long T-Shirt covered her skinny frame that came down to the tops of her knees. There where a small bandages on her knees, covering up her bruised knees. Looking at her, Kevin marveled at how long and thin her legs were under the shirt.The shadow of the shirt barely hid the shadow of her valley. Bringing his eyes back up to her, face, he noticed he tired she with all the circles beneath her eyes..

"Have some pasta, and get some sleep, I will take care of the kitten," said Kevin trying to put Tish at ease.

"Thank you,"said Natasha full of gratitude. Kevin watched Natasha drop down into one of the dining room chair. The kitten crawled around on the table mewing. Natasha scooped it off the table and dropped it in to her lap and then smiled tiredly at Kevin.

"I thought that perhaps a cup of tea might help you sleep," said Kevin as he placed a fragrant herbal brew in front of Natasha.

"Thank you," said Natasha softly and began to eat the pasta slowly. Taking a few sips of the tea, Kevin watched Natasha begin to slowly nod off. Smiling to himself as she began to doze, he relieved her of the kitten. He watched as Tish gave him a wobbly smile and then started to walk back to her bed room. Picking up the kitten Kevin held the dirty fur ball in front of his face. It was dirty and rather vocal, but it was kind of cute underneath all the grime. Whistling to himself, he took the mewing kitten to sink and drew some water. Taking a clean towel from a drawer, Kevin dipped it in water and started to wash the dirt away. It would only be a matter of time, before the tea would have some effect on Tish. Until that time, getting the kitten clean could easily fill the time.