Chapter 30: Unexpected Growth
The door to Carol’s apartment slammed shut with a finality that echoed in the sterile, beige space. The only light spilled from the kitchen, a cold blue fluorescence that did nothing to warm the room.
Carol didn’t speak. She turned, her back against the door, her chest heaving. Her eyes, dark with a feral need, locked onto Eleanor’s. With a sharp, jerking motion, she unsnapped her jeans and shoved them down over her hips, along with her underwear, letting them puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicking the fabric aside.
“Look,” she commanded, her voice rough.
Eleanor’s breath caught. In the harsh light, the change was staggering. What had been a throbbing, enlarged nub in the coffee shop bathroom was now something else entirely. Protruding from Carol’s ginger pubic mound was a thick, rigid shaft of slick, reddened flesh, nearly two inches long. It was a miniature cock, crowned with a defined glans, a slit at its tip weeping a steady, clear bead of fluid that traced a path down its length. Below it, her labia were dramatically swollen, the inner lips spilling out in soft, ruffled folds, glistening and open.
“It won’t stop,” Carol gasped, her hand wrapping around the new, sensitive organ. She gave it a rough, pumping stroke, and her whole body shuddered. “It’s growing. It’s fucking aching. I can feel it pulse. I need it touched. I need it fucked.”
Eleanor stood frozen, a mirror of desire and dread. Her own modified flesh, her perpetually damp and hungry cunt, clenched in sympathy. She remembered the relentless, itching need of her own transformation. Carol’s was happening at a violent speed.
“The pills… you took both. The reaction is accelerated,” Eleanor murmured, stepping closer. The musky, tangy scent of Carol’s arousal filled the space between them.
“I don’t care about the science, El. I care about this fire,” Carol snarled, grabbing Eleanor’s hand again and pressing it to the hot, stiff little cock. The flesh was fever-hot and velvety, throbbing against Eleanor’s palm. “You started this. You fix it.”
There was no tenderness in the words, only a desperate transaction. Eleanor’s fingers closed, tentatively at first, then with more pressure, mimicking a grip around a shaft. Carol moaned, a deep, ragged sound, and her hips began to jerk forward into the loose fist.
“Harder. Yes, just like that. Fuck, it’s so sensitive.”
Eleanor pumped her hand, watching, fascinated, as the tiny cock grew even harder. Carol’s head fell back against the door, her mouth slack. Her hands scrabbled at her own breasts, pinching her nipples through her shirt with brutal force.
“I need more. It’s not enough,” Carol panted.
The plea hung in the air, a raw need that vibrated in the sterile room. Eleanor dropped to her knees on the rough beige carpet, the position familiar from her own desperate nights. She looked up at Carol, at the grotesque, beautiful proof of the pills’ power, and felt her own neglected hunger roar back to life.
Without another word, she leaned forward, bypassing the swollen lips, and took the rigid, throbbing length of Carol’s transformed clit into her mouth.
The taste was sharp and musky, overwhelmingly Carol. The flesh was a firm, smooth heat against her tongue. Eleanor closed her lips around it, creating a tight, wet seal, and began to bob her head. She worked it like the small cock it had become, using techniques she hadn’t consciously summoned in years.
A guttural, shattered cry came from above her. Carol’s hands flew to Eleanor’s head, fingers tangling in her short brown hair, not guiding but clutching, holding her in place. “Oh god, yes! Just like that. Suck it. Suck my fucking cock.”
Eleanor moaned around the shaft, the vibration making Carol’s hips jerk. She could feel it. With each pass of her lips, each suctioning pull, the sensitive flesh between her teeth grew. It swelled, thickening and lengthening incrementally, a live thing inflating inside her mouth. It throbbed in a frantic, twitching rhythm, pushing insistently against the roof of her mouth, towards her throat.
She pulled off, a string of saliva and precum connecting her lip to the glistening tip, which was now unmistakably longer, fuller. “It’s getting bigger,” Eleanor whispered, awed and horrified.
“I know,” Carol sobbed, her body trembling. “I can feel it stretching. It feels so fucking good. Don’t stop. Please.”
Eleanor took her back into her mouth, deeper this time. She sucked harder, slurping, using her tongue to lave the slit where sore bitter fluid seeped out. The growth was palpable now, a continuous, slow inflation that filled her mouth more with every second. Carol’s breathing became a series of sharp, hitched gasps.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come from this,” Carol warned, her voice strangled.
Her grip on Eleanor’s hair became painful, yanking her forward as Carol’s pelvis thrust, fucking into the wet heat of Eleanor’s mouth. The pulsations inside Eleanor’s mouth became violent, a rapid, pounding series of contractions. With a raw scream, Carol climaxed.
It wasn’t a flood from inside, but a hot, sudden jet from the tip of her enlarged clit, spurt after salty spurt hitting the back of Eleanor’s throat. Eleanor gagged, swallowed instinctively, the act forcing her to take the organ deeper as it gave its final, twitching pulses.
When Carol finally released her head, slumping against the door, Eleanor fell back on her heels, coughing. She wiped her mouth, staring. In the aftermath, Carol’s new cock rested against her pubic bone, still erect, shiny with spit and come, and now clearly over three inches long. It looked sore, veined, and utterly demanding.
“Holy shit,” Carol breathed, looking down at herself with dazed, triumphant eyes. She touched it gently, hissing at the sensitivity. “Mark is going to lose his mind.”
The key rattled in the apartment door lock. Both women froze. The door, which Carol was leaning against, began to push inward.
“Carol? You home? The shop said you left sick.” Mark’s voice, confused and concerned, came from the other side as the door met the resistance of her body.
Carol turned her head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her glistening face. She looked from the bewildered man edging into the room to Eleanor, still kneeling on the floor, her lips swollen, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, honey,” Carol said, her voice suddenly smooth as silk, dripping with a dark promise. “I was feeling a little feverish. But I’m much better now.” She didn’t move to cover herself. She just stood there, utterly exposed, letting him see everything the pills had already wrought. “In fact, I feel fantastic.”