The Magic Pills: Lovely Laura the Futa Girl I

Tuesday, the eighth of July, I woke up after dreaming about Thomas. The dream wasn’t sexual or even romantic. Like any dream, I barely remembered it moments after I woke, but I knew Thomas had been in it. That made it a good dream. My hazy memory put us at a pool doing taxes, the usual mishmash of odd things found in dreams. I tried to focus it, derive some sense from it, while I took a shower, but it kept slipping away bit by bit. By the time I headed downstairs, it had gone.

As I came down the stairs, the first thing my mother said, like she had so many times throughout high school was, “Oh, Laura, you’re not going out looking like that I hope. You don’t even have makeup on.”

My mother always pestered me about how I look. I don’t think she meant it to be so bothersome, but she’d long forgotten how daughters are affected by things their mothers say, especially when that daughter is on the other side of that strange barrier to adulthood. “Yes, mom,” I replied. “We’re going to look at apartments. It doesn’t require high fashion.” She frowned at me and went back to washing dishes.

It’s not that I don’t like my body, I thought. It’s that I don’t like what other people think of my body. Sure I’m chubby and not in any of the good ways. And yeah, looking at myself in the mirror is a game of sucking and tucking such that my body makes sense. My stomach has a pooch to it that simply wouldn’t go away, but none of that extra flesh wants to migrate to my flat butt. And yes, I have also been blessed with breasts from my father’s side of the family, just like Aunt Milly who had the impeccable tact of seeing me in a bathing suit and remarking to my mother in feigned whisper, ‘Poor girl. She’s got my mother’s tits. Saggy by twenty-two.’ Yes, I have all of that going for me, but… My thought trailed off as I started munching on cereal. I need to make up my mind.

My mother never criticized my physical shape though, I’ll give her that. She hated the way I dress. I tended to prefer baggy clothes and comfortable, stretchy pants as a way of hiding the less flattering parts of my body from the world.

“Now where are you going today?” my mother asked.

I chased a Fruit Loop around my bowl with the spoon, “We’re going to look at apartments. I told you that.”

“Apartments? I thought you already picked one. Hell, I thought you had your father ready to move you in.”

I blushed and hid my face by slurping the milk out of my bowl. “We just wanted to see a few more,” I mumbled.

“Well, not like you have a job to go to,” she said as I handed her the empty bowl. “Tell Sarah I said hello, and that she should drop by to see her second mother some time. She doesn’t always have to come just to see you. I’m more fun anyway.”

Sarah and I had known each other since we were in kindergarten together. She used to throw spitballs at the back of my head in first grade. Our friendship had a rocky start. In junior high and high school all of that changed. Turns out we had everything in common and only had to wait until one of us showed signs of their inner geek.

She tripped up first. I caught her reading a fantasy novel during study hall. She was mortified and pretended that it had been assigned to her by our mutual English teacher. Without a word, and risking all of my meager junior high street cred, I pulled out a copy of the same book. From that moment on, we were fast friends. We bonded over video games and cult tv shows. While everyone else went out to get drunk in a parking lot, we stayed in and rewatched Monty Python for the tenth time. We tried playing board games, but didn’t think our friendship was strong enough for Monopoly.

Sarah still differed from me considerably. Skinny as a rail, for one thing, and she loved makeup. Each day, she wore a different color of dramatic eye shadow. Crimson red or robin’s egg blue. Luckily, she had the cheekbones to pull it off. Our guy friends always said she was very pretty, but scrawny. That’s why she asked about the drug in the first place.

I left the house and pulled out my phone as I headed down the street. I texted Sarah and told her I was on my way. In seconds my phone chirped with her reply, “Already here. Got u a coffee.” I grabbed a cab and told him the address of our new apartment, then tried to focus on ignoring the butterfly feelings in my stomach.

***

“Sarah?” I called out as I closed the door behind me. Boxes and random furniture cluttered the apartment. I didn’t know that she’d started moving in. I heard a knocking sound from her room. “Hey, what’re you doing?” She had a hammer and a mouth full of nails.

“M’m hamgn iites,” she mumbled through her clenched lips. She hammered the nail jutting out of the wall, and let the others fall out of her mouth into her hand. “Sorry, I’m hanging lights. Thought it would be fun to have some of those white Christmas lights draped over the bed. You know, kind of like your parents have on their deck.”

I looked up at her progress. She’d outlined six and a half rows with nails. “Um, did you think about the deposit?”

Sarah shrugged, “You never get those things back anyway. At least this way, we’ll know that we paid for something.”

I doubted her logic, “That’s possibly true, maybe.” I looked around. She’d made considerable progress turning her room into an actual livable space. She’d moved in a dresser, lots of boxes of clothes, and a bed. “I thought we were waiting to move in until the end of the week. My mom still thinks I’m out looking for something.”

Sarah grabbed a long strand of lights and shoved one end in my hands while climbing on her bed and starting to lace the other end through the nails. “Really? Why?”

I fed her the lights as she awkwardly balanced on her tip toes to loop the strands from one nail to the next. “I dunno, didn’t think I should tell her that I was moving yet. If I did she’d be over here all day forcing us to decorate. I don’t think I want my mom around when the drug dealer shows up.” She passed the remainder of the lights into her friend’s hands. “I’m nervous.”

“Not me,” Sarah said quickly. “I’m excited.”

“But what if there’s a side effect, or what if we get caught?” I protested. Three days ago when she had convinced me, it had been in a rush of excitement, but now I could only see the dangers.

She hopped down and put her hands on my shoulders, “We’re not going to get caught or overdose or anything. It’s simple. We’re just going to take a highly experimental drug that’s entirely untested which I have arranged to buy from some girl my brother knew in high school and that’s ok.”

I glared at her. “Yes. Now’s the time for jokes.”

“Oh! Coffee. It’s in the kitchen,” Sarah said as she darted out of the room. I followed her, and when I caught up, she shoved a cup of Starbucks in my hands. “Mocha, your favorite.”

“So, when are we doing this?’’ I asked in a low whisper.

Sarah took a long slow sip of her coffee while I tapped my foot. She loved teasing me. Finally, she responded, “She’s going to bring by the stuff around two. Figured we could spend the day fixing up the place. I think I’m gonna stay here tonight, so I’d like for it to not be super scary. Come on, some poster hanging is sure to take your mind off of the felony.”

We spent the next few hours cleaning, decorating, and talking. At some point, we stopped for lunch and watched an episode of Doctor Who on Sarah’s laptop. The one episode turned into several episodes. Before we knew it, we heard a knock at the door.

Sarah confidence evaporated as she hugged her pillow and looked at the door. “Go on, you’re the one with the big ideas,” I said. Maybe that motivated her out of spite. She went over and opened the door, inviting the knocker inside.

The woman who walked into our apartment looked strange. I could tell that she was pretty, despite the fact that she had a baseball cap on and most of her hair pulled back into a rather ugly bun. She walked with a hunch, to try and conceal her shape, and she wore a baggy hoodie with some pajama bottoms, making her look like she’d unexpectedly fallen out of bed and wandered into the street. My mother’s words echoed in my ears, and I had to restrain myself from blurting out “why don’t you have on any makeup,” or something else dumb.

Sarah introduced us, “Laura this is Maria. Maria this is my friend Laura, the other girl.”

“Good to meet you,” she said without making eye contact. “I don’t want to be rude, but can we do this quickly. I normally wouldn’t come to a customer’s apartment, but since you girls just moved in I’m making an exception. Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to hang out a long time.”

Sarah looked disappointed, “Oh, sure. I’ll just get you the money.”

As Sarah went into her room, Maria reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle containing two pills. She handed them to Sarah when she came back in exchange for a white envelope. “You girls aren’t going to be disappointed.”

I finally decided to say something, “So, these pills, how long will they take to work?”

The stranger sighed. She’d already taken two steps toward the door. As she turned back to them, Maria pulled out her phone and looked at the time. “Ok, I have a minute, but listen carefully. What you’re going to do is take the pill before you go to sleep tonight. Eat a big meal, something like pasta before you go to bed. Otherwise, you’re going to have some god awful stomach cramps. Either of you have a person you sleep with? Boyfriend or girlfriend?”

We both shook our heads.

“Ok, good. You don’t want anyone to be around you during the night because you’re going to sweat a lot. When I say a lot, I mean a lot. Drink as much water as you can before going to sleep, and keep a bottle with you beside your bed. Get something sugary too. Easy to digest carbs, like candy.. Last girl bought a five pound bag of gummy bears, and she says that totally worked. When you’re going through it, you’ll be mostly incoherent. It’s like being really, really drunk. Your body will go on autopilot so, you’ll eat and drink and go to the bathroom like normal, but you probably won’t remember much of it in the morning.”

“Has anyone ever, you know, died?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too childish.

Maria looked at me with a big, comforting smile, “No, hon. You girls are healthy right? No heart problems, I mean? Then it’s about the same as taking molly just with different effects.”

“What about side effects?” Sarah asked, her courage having returned.

Maria shrugged and sunk a little further into her hoodie, “Look, I’m not the FDA. Take it or don’t. I guarantee it will do as advertised. You’ll wake up with flat tummies, asses you can bounce a penny off, and tits like these.” She raised up her hoodie suddenly and two large, bronze orbs struggled to drop out of the them. Maria hopped slightly, and the glorious, naked tits fell into view. The shock of a stranger exposing herself to us passed, and we marveled at how perfectly sized and shaped her breasts were. “Before I took the pill,” Maria continued, “I barely had A-cups.” I think she got some satisfaction out of the two of us ogling her boobs. She pulled her shirt back down, “Any other questions?”

“Nope, I’m good,” Sarah said. “You Laura?”

“No,” I responded. “I think that covers everything.”

Maria smiled, “If you girls have any other friends who might go for this sort of thing, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

With that, Maria left.

—

A few hours later, we sat on Sarah’s bed. She had closed her laptop, and on the top she had placed the two pills. We stared at them as if they might suddenly hatch and spill out thousands of spiders.

“We can still not do this,” I said. “I mean, it sucks to lose the money, but…”

“We’re doing this,” Sarah said resolutely. “We’ve talked about it for years. You can diet and exercise, but you can’t change your genetics. We’re always going to basically look like this, unless we take those pills.”

“Ok, fine.” The moment of courage threatened to slip away. I picked one up and started to bring it to my mouth.

Sarah grabbed my hand, “Wait! Are you staying here tonight? Remember what Maria said. We shouldn’t use the same bed, and I don’t think you want to sleep on the floor.”

My heart thudded and my hand shook as I lowered the pill. “Yeah. You’re right. I guess I’ll go home.” I dropped my pill back in its bottle leaving the other for Sarah. I gathered the rest of my things solemnly. “You call me the second you wake up.”

“And you call me the second you wake up,” she retorted as she followed me to the door. We hugged, a little longer than usual, both of us pretty freaked out by the idea that we might not recognize one another tomorrow. Or that we might die.

I left quickly after that. On the way home, I stopped in a pharmacy and picked up some energy drinks. Figuring what the hell, I grabbed a two pound drum of gummy worms. My parents were watching television when I got in. They asked about my day. I told them that Sarah found a perfect apartment, and I would probably start moving the small stuff tomorrow. They both offered to help, but I said we wanted some girl time with the apartment before they came in and parented it to death.

Throughout the evening, Sarah texted me again and again asking if I had taken it yet. Finally, I was in my room with the door locked and my trusty bucket of sugary gelatin beside me. I texted her a picture of the pill on my tongue. She replied with an identical one. My stomach writhed as though filled with a bunch of anxiety stricken eels, so I sent a quick “goodnight and good luck” and turned my phone to silent.

I shut off all the lights in my room and laid down on the bed. I thought it would be hard to fall asleep, but a few moments after my head hit the pillow a huge wave of fatigue hit me. In seconds, I fell asleep.

***

I woke up feeling sticky. Morning light filtered through my curtains at just the right angle to shine a direct beam in my eyes. I squinted and rolled over, feeling like I’d been dipped in sugar. Glancing at my alarm clock, I saw that it was already 10:30. After a few groggy minutes of trying to sleepily work out why I could possibly be sticky and in bed, my eyes shot open as a pang of adrenaline coursed through me.

I sat up and immediately knew something was wrong. My comfy sleeping shirt that I’d had for years was too tight. I could barely breath with how tight it was. My panties felt too tight as well, but those feelings got put aside as I looked around at my bed. The sheets were drenched with sweat and stained with red energy drink. The bucket of gummy worms laid overturned and mostly empty. Several dozen dismembered worms were strewn about the floor. The rest of the area looked like a wild animal had gotten in. “I must have been having a seizure or something,” I thought. My hands went to my breasts. They were big.

I hopped out of bed, but I hit the ground a little sooner than normal. “Have I gotten taller?” I looked down at my legs and they weren’t the pudgy, pale that I expected. They stretched away from me, long and slender with a rich tan color. Still holding my boobs, I went over to the mirror and looked at myself. “Oh my god…” I breathed out noiselessly.

I couldn’t believe it was me. Literally. Actual fear hit me as I thought some strange woman had sneaked into my room. But as I looked closer, I saw familiar eyes and familiar freckles. I pawed my face and body, making sure the movements in the mirror matched with my own. The woman was me. And that woman looked fucking hot. I pulled at my shirt, but it wouldn’t budge, only cut into my abs. I noticed a seam had already started to split along the ribs so I grudgingly got a pair of scissors from my desk and started cutting from the neckline down. With each slice of the fabric, my boobs bounced a little further out. About halfway down my new cleavage, they reached a critical mass and with a loud rip, spilled fully into view. “Holy shit,” I said. The same wonderfully bronze skin covered two basketball sized breasts tipped with dark nipples. “I have huge tits.” I took one in my hand and lifted it up, admiring its soft weight. They looked very similar to Maria’s, big and teardrop shaped.”

My eyes trailed down a little further, and my excitement turned to a cold, unsettled feeling. My panties were also stretched and starting to tear at the seams. At first, I thought my new, bigger ass was the culprit, but then I saw the strange tube-like outline. I didn’t need the scissors for this part, but I did have to wriggle slightly to get the hem over my ass cheeks. I pulled them down and stood up to look at myself in the mirror. “This isn’t real,” I said as I looked at it, a cold knot forming in my stomach.

A long, thick cock, the longest and thickest cock I had ever seen, hung between my legs. Hesitantly, I moved my hand over to touch it and jerked back when I felt my own fingers on the skin. Not only did I have a cock, but it worked. The longer I looked at it, the more it started to twitch. It started to become erect, and I was so embarrassed that I squealed. I clamped my hand over my mouth.

Be quiet. Have to be quiet. Oh my god, what do I do? Should I go to the hospital? What would I tell them. The cock started to feel better and better as it stretched to its full length. Curiosity overtook me. Once again, I carefully reached out and touched it. My hand felt cool on the hot skin of the shaft. My mind started racing as I gripped it in my palm and felt its weight. I realized that I was insanely horny.

Continuing to explore my new body, I raised the cock out of the way so that I could look underneath. Thankfully, I guess, my pussy remained where it should have been. It had changed though. The labia looked thicker, and all my hair had vanished. No testicles though, so I counted that as a positive. I turned to look at my profile in the mirror. My huge breasts jutting out at a perky angle from my chest. My back curved out into a big round ass, which was juxtaposed to a seven inch cock painfully straining outward from my slim waist.

My mind continued to wander and I reached down, gripped my shaft, and started to slowly move my hand up and down. Is this what a boy feels? No wonder guys are always jerking themselves off. I ignored everything else as I started moving my hand faster and faster. Watching myself in the mirror, I continued to stroke my new cock, desperate to see if I could cum like a man cums. A strange pressure built at the base of my new dick. At the same time, I realized that my soaked pussy yearned for something inside of it. My mind thought of getting my dildo out from under the bed, but I realized that I couldn’t stop jerking off my new cock even if I wanted to.

The pressure grew stronger and stronger. I brought up my free hand to my boobs and started to squeeze them. Cum spewed out of my cock. My knees almost buckled as the euphoria hit me. I could feel each pump of jizz move up my shaft and spray out. I watched my jizz splatter on the dresser in front of me, glob after glob of it oozing out of my dick. After a few seconds, even in my haze of lust, I realized that the amount of cum flowing out of my cock would put any porn star to shame. I didn’t care though because each rope was another pulse of divine pleasure.

My first male orgasm subsided, and I regained some of my senses. I sat down on the bed and looked at myself one last time. My breasts glistened with a sheen of sweat and smeared sugar. My new cock continued to ooze a slow trick of cum, and I had made a huge mess of my hand and dresser. My eyes settled on the throbbing member as my hand gripped the base of it. I couldn’t stop staring at it. “Oh god, what have I done,” I thought.

My phone buzzed. With my slightly cleaner hand, I picked it up and looked at the message.

From Sarah: “Get here. Now.”