Chapter 7: Side effects
The first sensation wasn’t the alarm, or the pale dawn light creeping through the blinds. It was a deep, insistent throb. A pulsing heat radiating from between Chloe’s legs, heavy and demanding. She gasped, eyes snapping open, instantly awake. Her hips arched slightly off the mattress, seeking relief from the pressure. Morning wood. Harder, stiffer, more urgent than any she’d ever felt. It felt like steel wrapped in velvet, thick and unyielding beneath the soft cotton sheets.
She lay frozen for a moment, cataloging the sensation. The sheer presence of it. Had it grown? Panic flared, sharp and acidic. Her hand slid down under the covers, trembling fingers brushing the tented fabric of her panties. She traced the rigid length beneath, the prominent veins, the swollen head straining against the cotton. It felt… familiar. Huge, yes, monstrous to her mind, but… stable. The frantic daily measuring ritual with Alice, the cold dread before checking the tape… it hadn’t increased. Not overnight. Not in the three days since she’d started choking down Dr. Reed’s little amber pills.
A shaky breath escaped her. Relief, immediate and dizzying, washed over her, momentarily eclipsing the insistent ache. It stopped. Maybe. The fucking pills might actually be working. The thought was a lifeline.
But the relief was swiftly drowned by a different, more visceral tide. The throbbing intensified, a relentless drumbeat demanding attention. It wasn't just stiffness; it was an overwhelming need. A primal hunger coiled deep in her belly, radiating heat through her veins. She needed to be inside Alice. Now. The image flooded her mind – Alice’s body arching, Alice’s cries, the tight, wet heat enveloping her. The need was so intense it bordered on pain.
Alice stirred beside her, rolling over with a soft murmur. Her hand, seeking warmth in sleep, landed casually on Chloe’s hip and then slid lower. Her fingers brushed the rigid bulge tenting Chloe’s panties.
"Whoa," Alice breathed, instantly more awake. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded with sleep, widened with delighted recognition. She squeezed gently through the fabric, the pressure sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to Chloe’s core. A low groan ripped from Chloe’s throat. "Christ, baby," Alice whispered, pushing herself up on one elbow. A mischievous smile played on her lips. "Someone’s seriously fucking awake. Hard as a goddamn rock." She shifted, her hand dipping beneath the waistband of Chloe’s panties, her cool fingers wrapping directly around the burning base. "Fuck, Chloe… feels even thicker today? Or just harder?" She started a slow, firm stroke.
Chloe bucked into her touch, a desperate sound escaping her. "Not… bigger," she managed, the words thick with need. "Just… God, Alice, I need to fuck you. Need it now." Her own hand found Alice’s breast through her thin camisole, cupping the soft weight. She paused, her thumb brushing a nipple. It felt… fuller? Softer, but distinctly larger beneath her palm. Her mind snagged on it briefly, a flicker of confusion amidst the lust storm. Side effects? But the thought was swept away by Alice moaning and arching into her touch.
"Fuck yes," Alice hissed, her own arousal flaring instantly at Chloe’s desperate plea and touch. She pushed the covers down, scrambling out of her own panties in one fluid motion. "Get these off," she demanded, tugging at Chloe’s waistband. "Need that monster inside me. Right fucking now." Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire and fascination.
Chloe kicked the panties off, her cock springing free, thick and rigid, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily against her stomach. Alice’s breath hitched. "Jesus Christ, look at it," she breathed, her hand closing around it again, giving a possessive squeeze. "So fucking beautiful. So fucking huge." She leaned down, her breath hot against the tip, and swiped her tongue across the weeping slit, tasting the salt. Chloe cried out, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
"Alice… please…" Chloe begged, beyond words, beyond thought. The gnawing, relentless need was all-consuming.
Alice didn't make her wait. She straddled Chloe’s thighs, her own wetness glistening on her inner thighs, the scent of her arousal thick in the morning air. Reaching behind herself, she guided the broad, slick head of Chloe’s cock to her entrance. She paused, looking down at Chloe, her expression a mix of awe and raw hunger. "Gonna fill me up so good," she murmured, shifting her hips. "Gonna take every fucking inch of this magnificent cock." Then she sank down.
Chloe gasped, a strangled sound of pure, overwhelming sensation. The slow, deliberate slide was exquisite torture. Alice’s cunt was hot, incredibly tight, gripping her cock with a fierce, velvety pressure that stole her breath. Alice moaned, long and low, her head falling back as she seated herself fully, taking Chloe deep. "Fuuuuck… yes…" she breathed, grinding down, feeling the immense stretch. "So deep… oh god, Chloe… it’s hitting me… everywhere."
The feeling was indescribable. The intense heat, the gripping tightness, the sheer, mind-bending fullness Alice must be feeling – it crashed over Chloe in waves. Her cock felt impossibly sensitive, every nerve ending screaming. Her hips snapped upwards instinctively, driving deeper. Alice cried out, a sound of pure pleasure-pain, and began to move.
She rose slowly, agonizingly, letting Chloe feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner muscles gripping the thick shaft, then sank back down with a wet, obscene sound. Her pace built, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against Chloe’s pubic bone. "Fuck me," Alice chanted, her voice ragged. "Fuck me with that big fucking cock, Chloe! Harder! Give it to me!" Her hands braced on Chloe’s stomach, fingers digging in slightly.
Chloe met her thrust for thrust, her own hands gripping Alice’s hips, guiding her, slamming up into the incredible tightness. The bed creaked in protest. The slap of skin on skin, the slick sounds of Alice’s drenched cunt taking her massive girth, Alice’s gasps and filthy words – it was a primal symphony. Chloe felt every ridge inside Alice, felt the way her cock stretched her to the absolute limit, felt the rhythmic clenching as Alice got closer. Her own orgasm built like a pressure cooker, a roaring heat in her balls, radiating up her shaft. The world narrowed to the feeling of Alice’s body, the sight of her bouncing breasts, the tight clutch of her cunt.
"God, you feel so fucking good," Chloe moaned, her control fraying. "So fucking tight… taking all of me…"
"All of you!" Alice gasped, her movements becoming frantic, desperate. "Fucking mammoth cock… wrecking my pussy… gonna make me cum!" Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise, a sudden, rhythmic spasm that tore a ragged shout from Chloe. The intense pressure, the sheer erotic overload of Alice’s orgasm triggering her own, sent Chloe hurtling over the edge.
Her vision whited out. A guttural roar ripped from her throat as her hips slammed up one final time, burying herself to the hilt in Alice’s clenching heat. Thick, hot pulses of cum erupted from her cock, jetting deep inside Alice in powerful spurts. She felt each one, the convulsive release tearing through her, emptying her utterly. She pulsed and throbbed within Alice’s gripping warmth for what felt like an eternity.
They collapsed together, slick with sweat, gasping for air, still intimately joined. Alice slumped forward, resting her head on Chloe’s chest, her body trembling with aftershocks. Chloe’s cock remained semi-hard inside her, still huge, still present, a heavy weight anchoring them together. The relentless morning need was finally, blessedly sated, leaving behind a deep, bone-melting exhaustion and the fading echoes of intense pleasure.
Alice lifted her head after a moment, a lazy, satiated smile on her face. She traced a finger over Chloe’s collarbone, then brushed her thumb lightly over the swell of Chloe’s breast beneath her camisole. Her smile turned curious, intrigued. "You feel… different," she murmured, her voice husky. "Softer." Her thumb brushed a nipple again, now noticeably more prominent and sensitive even through the fabric. "Fuller. Like…" She tilted her head, that familiar spark of fascination lighting her eyes. "Did your tits get bigger?"
Chloe’s breath caught. The blissful haze of orgasm thinned abruptly. She looked down, shifting slightly. The camisole fabric did seem strained across her chest in a way it hadn’t been just days ago. Fuller. Heavier. A cold trickle of unease seeped through the warmth of post-coital satisfaction. The pills. Dr. Reed’s warning about ‘significant side effects’ echoed in her mind. Decreased libido? She snorted internally. That was laughably wrong. But this… this unexpected change? Her hand drifted to her own breast, confirming the new, unfamiliar weight beneath the sweat-dampened cotton. The relief she’d felt upon waking, the temporary victory over the growth, suddenly felt fragile. What else were these pills doing to her body?
She looked at Alice, still glowing with pleasure, her gaze flickering between Chloe’s face and her chest with open, delighted curiosity. The measuring tape lay coiled on the nightstand, a silent, ominous reminder. Chloe forced a weak smile, pulling Alice closer, burying her face in her girlfriend’s pixie-cut hair, inhaling the scent of sex and sleep. The monstrous weight between her legs, pulsed faintly. It hadn’t grown. But something else had changed.