“Steph? Hey, are you alright?” I leaned against the frame.
“Yeah, I mean…yeah, no.” She started to sob again.
“What is it, honey? Maybe I can help.” I figured it was a boy or a girl (I couldn’t remember if I really knew which way Steph went.) or maybe she had just done something bone-headed, like gotten a ticket or gotten in a wreck.
The door knob clicked, and the door slowly opened on Steph. Her eyes were bloodshot. She looked miserable. “I took the pill.”
A little shiver went through me as I thought of her standing in the open doorway the night before. I thought of what she saw, the three of us, tangled and moaning. She took the pill. I looked down at her skirt to where the fabric was stretched tight, the mass pointing forward so stiff you could have hung a towel on it.
“Holy shit,” I whispered like I was afraid there was someone else in the house. “Look at that thing.” I met Steph’s gaze and realized that I probably wasn’t helping. “Um, let me see the bottle.” My brain was stretching for something else to do besides just stand there staring at my best friend’s sister’s new dick.
“There’s nothing on the bottle, I already looked.” She gave me the look that said: I’m smarter than that.
“I don’t know what to do.” I found myself looking left and right, desperately trying to figure out what happened next. What did I know about the drug? Had they mentioned anything the night before. Fuck, I am constantly being bombarded by cocks. Every time I turn around there’s another rock-hard dick pointing at me.
When she realized that my brain was spinning, and I wasn’t getting anywhere, Steph took my hand and led me to the bed. “What did they tell you last night?”
I sat down. “What do you mean?”
“I saw you last night. I got curious. What did they tell you, before or after, my sister fucked you?” She said the words as calmly and slowly as she could, like I was the person sitting on the bed terrified and she was trying to calm me down.
I thought back to all the papers and folders and research. “Genetic modifiers, hormonal side effects…”
Steph’s dress was pitching a tent beside me. “I don’t feel right,” she shook her head back and forth. “Something’s not right.”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “What did you do? How many did you take?”
Steph looked at me. Her eyes were sharp and clear. A grin slowly traced its way across her face. “I want to fuck you.” She looked down at her lap. Her penis wasn’t finished. The thin fabric of her summer-weight skirt lifted.
I watched too. Mesmerized by the drug’s effects, I thought back to Casey’s cock, the way it stretched me wide, the way my body had craved the way it filled me.
“Oh, my god, it keeps growing,” Steph’s voice was desperate. She grabbed the hem of the dress and slipped it back. Her cock sprang up and I almost gasped. It was longer and thicker than either Casey or her mom’s. It was huge and throbbing, bigger than any hardon I had ever seen.
Steph looked at me and then down at the protuberance anchored to the top of her vagina. “How long will it last?”
I thought about the other two, how they had both eventually become limp, but neither of them had disappeared. When Casey and I had gone to bed, she still had an eight-inch cock between her legs and she hadn’t taken any medicine that I could remember. “I don’t know. I mean, I have no idea. Yesterday was the first time,” I looked at Steph, “I just found out yesterday.”
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