Chemical Control
Through the Looking-Glass
by GalactoseTolerant
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#addiction
#breast_expansion
#dom:male
#drug_use
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#ass_expansion
#blowjob
#breast_growth
#breastfeeding
#cock_growth
#cock_worship
#cocksucking
#cum_eating
#cum_fixation
#cumshot
#drug_play
#drugged
#exhibitionism
#growth
#hucow
#lactation
#multiple_partners
#pov:multiple
#pov:top
#scifi
#slow_burn
Meanwhile, back with Kate...
Kate
After the gym, and her shower, Kate busied herself with online clothes shopping. She bought some new bras in her current size—32K!—then, just to be safe, a couple in larger sizes, which she hoped to never need.
It was a work night, so she had to spend a while getting her makeup on, putting on her sluttiest dress. It didn’t quite fit properly over her expanded bust, but she didn’t think any of her customers would mind the excess titty bulging out.
She was not wrong.
At the Karaoke bar, men couldn’t keep their eyes off her chest. When the girls had lined up to be hired for the private rooms, Kate had been the immediate stand-out pick, with her boobs projecting a good several inches ahead of the rest of the lineup, and was chosen three separate times one shift. Hannah was also on call for part of the night, and was clearly pissed to have been skipped over by the high rollers for Kate every single time.
Kate made some really good money that night, fourteen-hundred bucks; a personal record. It probably helped that every time she suggested they buy more shots she added a little bouncing, jiggling titquake that must have made spending more money seem like a really good idea. Maybe they were hoping to get her drunk enough that her defenses would fall, and then they could cop a feel.
Dumb marks.
Kate was prepared for that. She’d already scored a lot of free coke over the course of the evening, almost an entire eightball. A bump here, a line there, just enough to keep her awake, and alert. She kept it in her cleavage for easy access. Her tits pushed against each other and the bag so thoroughly that there was zero chance of spillage, and she didn’t even need to bother tying it off.
Maybe these huge tits weren’t a problem to be solved. Maybe.
Then again, she’d had to slap away a lot more drunken hands than usual, and the standard tipping practice of stuffing dollar bills into her cleavage had become a lot more unnerving. Men that weren't Alkim still gave her the creeps, and it took all her self control not to squirm when their gross hands made contact with her increasingly sensitive titflesh. She shuddered just thinking about it. Plus, what if they nicked her stash?
The moment the clock struck two a.m. she practically bolted out of the bar, and got a ride home alone, completely forgetting to wait for Hannah to finish up.
When she got back, everyone else was asleep, so she just laid down on her bed, swiped through Tinder, got bored, then swiped through bumble, and kept at it until the inevitable cokecrash that would allow her to finally get some sleep.
She woke up very late the next morning, feeling like hammered shit. When she looked at the time, she realized it’d been twenty hours since she’d last had any contact with Alkim. Neither drink nor nicotine—her usual vices—had taken the edge off. Plus, she was totally out of adderall, and when she called her psychiatrist she couldn't get an appointment sooner than three weeks out.
Fucking schedule II bullshit! Fuck you, Nixon!
There was the coke she’d gotten yesterday, but the headache made her think better of starting her day like that. Kate knew her only remaining source of relief would have to come from Alkim, one way or another. Either from the stash of stimulants he kept locked away in his room, or, better still, from the saliva that he so generously left behind for her.
She saw the breakfast Alkim had laid out on the kitchen table, and knocked on his door to ask if she could finish it off.
“Yo, what's up?” He shut the door behind him.
“Yo, I feel like shit, don’t wanna cook. Can I finish that spam and eggs?” She asked.
“Go for it.” He grabbed a mason jar from the cabinet, and slipped back into his room.
So, Kate went for it, and licked his plate and glass clean for good measure. That was definitely the right way to start off her day. She felt fresh, energized, and even her headache cleared. It was like snorting eight hours of sleep. She even cleaned the rest of the dishes, just for the hell of it.
Yet, while that dose might hold her over for a few hours, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to get her through the day, not without her other meds to take over when that wore off.
Only Alkim could do that, so Kate was about to just barge into his room to ask if he wanted to hang out today, so she could keep him close. Yet, standing right outside his door she heard something odd, and stopped to listen closer. It sounded like squelching, and moaning.
Oh, gross. Is he jerking off right now?
She was disgusted.
Mostly.
Maybe that wasn’t fair of her, it was his room, his right to jerk off. Plus, something about the sounds and smells emanating from the other side of the door intrigued her more than they probably should.
Fuck it. Good thing I never got this lock fixed.
Kate opened the door just a crack and peaked inside, feeling uncomfortably like her own mother. She fully expected to find Alkim lying in bed, jerking it to something on his laptop.
She didn’t expect to see a topless girl between his legs, furiously gagging herself on his dick.
Holy shit!
Kate didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with blowjobs. Any experience, really, but somehow she was sure they weren’t usually this… enthusiastic. The little slut was putting her whole upper body into it, and Kate had to admit that she had a decent body. No curves, no tats, but at least she wasn’t fat. Black hair too. She was pretty sure Alkim had told her that was his favorite hair color.
Part of her was happy that her friend was finally getting laid again, she could tell this long dry spell had been a wound in his pride, a mark against his self-proclaimed slutiness. She also remembered giving him the green light to have guests over, and said he could fuck whoever he wanted in that room, though he’d never taken advantage of that policy before. Until now, apparently.
Good for him, dude really needed to get laid. The girl looks pretty basic, but so was every girl in his pics. Kate couldn’t see any sign of real boobs on this girl, so that was one criterion he hadn’t been able to satisfy. Wait a second…
Short girl, black hair, tan skin, no tats, flat chest. Something about her seemed really familiar.
Then, Kate heard Alkim moan out, “Oh, fuuuuck… Mikaella…”
Holy shit! Mikaella!?!
Kate was certain that out of all the girls in the house—herself excluded—Mikaella was maybe the least likely to suck Alkim’s dick. Vicky swore she didn’t see him like that, that he was too young, too much like her brother, but it always seemed to Kate like Vicky was just ten drinks and one coked-up evening away from fucking his brains out. Even Hannah admitted she thought he was cute, at least before he’d moved in, and might have still hatefucked him if her stupid horoscopes said the stars wanted her to bang a scorpion or whatever.
But Mikaella was definitively not a slut, not in the way Vicky, Hannah, and Alkim were; she was a whore. A slut fucks because she likes sex, while a whore fucks for money. The girl admitted to Vicky once that she had basically no sex drive of her own, that she never jilled off, that she had to fake her attraction to gross, older men. That was her life, her only source of income. She never kissed for free, while he was way too broke and far too proud to ever pay for sex.
So, why the fuck was Mikaella blowing Alkim like she couldn’t get enough of him? The little whore was gagging on it crazy-style, moaning like a bitch in heat. From her angle at the door, Kate could even see the girl was frantically fingering herself the entire time.
The sight was objectively disgusting, but Kate found she couldn’t look away.
Kate and Alkim had seen each other in various states of undress before. More often than not, Kate was the undressed one, but she’d still seen him shirtless, and even down to just his boxers a few times here and there. Of course, Kate had no desire to see man-parts, and Alkim wasn’t much of a flasher, so that final curtain had never been opened in her presence.
Yet here he was, getting his dick sucked not ten feet away, and the only barriers between Kate and that dick of his were the slightly-open door, and Mikaella’s cocksucking lips.
Is… is Alkim hung? Her rational mind did not want to know the answer, but it didn’t really have the final say in that moment, and she found herself puzzling out her best-friend’s dick size.
It was hard to tell the length when Mikaella’s mouth never left him, not even to breathe. Kate was far from an expert on dicks, but with what she could see, and by judging the vertical distance the little cocksucker’s head traveled up, and down, over, and over, there had to be a lot of dick in that little mouth.
To Kate, the whole thing seemed so much more… violent than eating pussy. Painful, even. The endless headbobbing had to be hard on her neck, she gagged like she could barely breathe, and it looked like she was constantly on the verge of tears.
Yet Mikaella never slowed, never wavered. The girl was an absolute dicksucking machine, set to fifth-gear. She just kept at it, relentlessly bobbing, sucking, moaning her lungs out, and it seemed to be working for Alkim.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop! I’m getting close!”
He was sweating a lot, red-faced, veins bulging out against his neck, his legs twitching around Mikaella’s kneeling body.
Huh, so that’s what the male orgasm looks like? So fucking tense.
That turned out not to be the case.
Mikaella started rapidly jerking him off with both hands. Then Alkim grabbed her ponytail and started bucking his hips into her, literally fucking her face like he was trying to choke her to death.
And then he actually orgasmed. Even Kate could tell this was the part where he finished inside the girl’s mouth.
Ew! Ew! Ew! Gross!!!
Except, there was no finishing, it just kept going. Mikaella was shaking, spasming between his legs. It looked like she was being electrocuted, except there was no mistaking the meaning of those moans. Somehow, she was getting off on this too. Despite her seeming loss of muscular control, her mouth stayed focused on sucking, and gulping, like she was doing a fucking keg stand.
Alkim made some deep groan, grumble, and pulled his dick out of Mikaella’s mouth, releasing a waterfall of cum down her chin, and shot even more onto her face.
Oh, that’s fucking nasty!
And it just kept on cumming, endlessly. Unbelievably, Alkim grabbed that fucking mason jar, of all things, and stuck his still-spouting cock into it. Kate watched, horrified, as that dick kept pumping out ever more gross, off-white ball juice into the jar, again, and again, until the glass turned opaque, and a thick layer of fluid had collected at the bottom.
Finally, the grotesque show came to a stop.
“Holy fucking- I mean, Jesus… I didn’t know it was possible to cum that much.” Her friend started rubbing his temples like he had a migraine. “Goddamn, I think I need… some water… replace those fluids.”
Holy shit! He came so hard that he’s dehydrated himself?!?!
Alkim sat back down on the bed, and Kate watched, stupefied, as the throbbing organ twitched and swung around, still glistening from some combination of cum and Mikaella’s spit. Gross as it was, she couldn’t help but think it was more impressive than her dildos.
Mikaella must have had a similar thought, because she suddenly lunged forward.
“How did I- oh wow…” Alkim trailed off, unable to speak over Mikaella’s enthusiasm.
The girl obsessively licked, and polished every square inch of that dick, like she was trying to get whatever traces of cum hadn’t made it into her mouth, or the jar.
Kate stood there stunned, not hearing a single word they said, still reeling from the vulgar display of heterosexuality. Her friend's absurd cumshot replayed over and over in her mind, like a broken projection.
It was too much, way too fucking much! How is it even possible to cum for a whole minute like that?
Then Mikaella started chugging the entire mason jar of cum.
That proved too much for the peeping lesbian. Kate felt dizzy, like she was gonna throw up her breakfast right onto his door.
She started backing away from the door, as slowly and quietly as possible, though her nausea made her question every footfall. Mikaella’s frenzied moaning was probably enough to mask Kate’s steps, but she couldn’t risk getting caught.
How could she possibly explain herself peeping in on them? How could she acknowledge what they’d all seen?
Mikaella, full-time sugarbaby, guzzling down an impossible amount of her housemate’s cum. She drank like it was top shelf booze, liquid ambrosia, or the fucking cure to aging. It made no sense.
Vicky had once described the taste of cum to her: salty, with a hint of chlorine, unless the guy ate a lot of pineapple.
She knew Alkim never ate any fucking pineapple. There was no way even a straight girl could have stomached that much of the vile male goo.
Then Kate remembered why she came to his door in the first place: to secure a supply of her housemate’s chemically-laced saliva. The same fluid she’d been ingesting daily, constantly, as frequently as she could.
Suddenly, Mikaella’s obvious lust for the contents of his balls didn’t seem quite so illogical. If there were already powerful drugs in his spit, what did that mean for his cum? What if I was taking the adderall, and Mikaella just jumped straight to heroin?
It was a chilling thought, one that she couldn’t dislodge from her brain, no matter how much she desperately wanted to.
Was this Kate’s fate? Was she looking at her own future if she didn’t stop consuming Alkim’s saliva? Would she become so addicted to him that she'd start graduating to stronger and stronger bodily fluids, until she was down on her knees, blowing her best friend like his private lesbian whore?
No. No! No way! Never!
She couldn’t let that happen.
Kate had to get out of the fucking house.
She just grabbed her car keys and fucking sped the hell out of the house, out of K-Town, and out of the city.
To where, she did not care.