Chemical Control
Call of the Wild
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
Introducing, Vicky...
Alkim
Alkim had to get out of the fucking house.
One time, his college ex that didn’t understand ADHD dragged him off to a mediation class. That had been a disaster. The last thing he needed for peace was sitting still and trying not to think. He would rather drive a nail through his hand than endure a full hour of that mental torture again.
No, mediation did not work for him. He couldn’t relax until he’d burned off excess energy. In his twenty-two years, he’d figured out just five reliable ways of blowing off steam: martial arts, running, hiking, sex, and going to the zoo.
He wasn’t currently enrolled in any martial arts classes, and he’d cancelled his zoo membership a few months ago to save money. Sex was exactly the thing he needed to clear from his mind for a few hours, so that wasn’t likely to help.
That left hiking and running. So, he figured he might as well do both, and go trail running.
People in LA said they liked hiking, but if that were really true the trails would be packed, and they wouldn’t become totally vacant after the first hour from the parking lot. For most Angelinos, hiking usually just meant walking for less than an hour, on a trail with zero slope, and usually stopping every ten minutes to take pictures of their asses in overpriced athleisure. That wasn’t Alkim’s style.
Right then, he wanted to run so high up a mountain that his chances of running into another person might actually be zero.
Mikaella offered to go with him, but he wanted some alone time. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, he just said something about how the trail wasn’t for beginners, and how he liked to be out there for hours and hours. He distracted her by asking her to shop for some costumes they could use in their upcoming shoots. Then he promised that she could suck his dick once he got back, that worked a lot better.
City girl that she was, and with her new favorite activity on offer, Mikaella was more than willing to let him go it alone.
Kate was his best friend, but she hated the outdoors most of all, so he didn’t even bother telling her where he was going. One time he’d taken her on the most basic hike in all of LA county, just an hour out and back to the fucking Hollywood sign, and she’d gotten so freaked out by every single bug just living its outdoor life that he swore to never take her hiking again.
Shame though, car camping and drugs would have been a great idea if she weren’t phobic of, like, eighty-percent of all species.
Alkim was much more of a bird-watcher than a bug collector, but all that fear and loathing for living things was a real mood-killer, and Kate screaming at every little fly would not help him unwind.
But hiking alone suited him well enough. He was used to it by now; all his best hiking buddies had moved away from LA after graduation, and he’d yet to find anyone else on his level since.
Alkim chose a trail from his to-do list, one that supposedly had active tar pits every few miles. It sounded novel. He filled up his three-liter camelbak with iced water, made two oversized sandwiches, got in his car, put down the convertible top, and finally remembered that he should apply sunscreen before driving topless on a hundred-degree day.
While he did that, he noticed Kate’s car was still gone. Did she not come home last night?
He figured that she was probably hooking up with some goth lesbian, and almost certainly one way less hot than herself.
Good for her. Girl really needed to get laid.
Truly, getting laid wasn’t all that hard for Kate. He’d been there when she got her pussy eaten by a stranger in a gay bar in WeHo. The big-titty goth definitely didn’t lack for prospects, especially not now, with her even-bigger tits. What she couldn’t seem to manage was holding onto these girls for more than a few weeks, and he doubted the size of her chest was going to change that.
Whatever, let her tell me about it when she gets back.
Sunscreen applied, he drove off to the hiking trail, blasting a mix of metal and 2000s angst-rock along the way. Once there, he put the top back up, grabbed his binoculars, his “Sibley Guide to Birds,” and started running up the mountain.
Running was good for not thinking. Once he got up to speed, it was almost impossible for him to focus on anything else beyond the pounding of his heart, the feel of hard ground under his feet, and the beautiful mountain vistas. Most of the time he didn’t even need music out here.
Yet once he’d reached the top of the mountain, and the bottom of his lungs, there was nothing left for him to do but think about the last couple weeks.
First, Kate’s tits had grown from big to huge in record time. That was certainly the first thing he really noticed. First two things, technically. They’d be impossible to miss, even if he weren’t already such a fiend for huge tits. He’d heard of very rapid breast growth before, yet never quite so rapid as he’d seen with Kate. Plus, she was well past puberty, not any medication that he knew of, and she was definitely not pregnant.
What size is she, anyway? Kate used to be 32F, but she's clearly way, waaay past that. Does she even know how big they are?
All Alkim knew for certain is that none of them knew how big she was going to get.
Physical developments weren’t the only changes he’d noticed with Kate; she’d also started behaving a lot more affectionately. Most recently, back at the gym, she’d been more than willing to just let him openly stare at her huge tits. Sure, she’d let him look before, but never so brazenly, and especially in public. She never wanted strangers to think they were a couple; so long as there was a one-percent chance of another lesbian seeing her, she wanted to be seen for what she was, and definitely not as his girlfriend. Yet, at the gym, that’s exactly what she was acting like, shimmying her boobs for his benefit, hanging over him, touching his sweaty arms.
Then there was all the shotgunning. When they’d made DMT, she’d suggested they shotgun the stuff so as to not waste any of it. That’d made perfect sense to him: the raw materials were kind of expensive, and were a huge pain in the ass to process.
The same could not be true for weed, which was both cheap and abundant. Odder still, Kate didn’t even really like weed. It made her paranoid, and she was much more of a nicotine person anyway. Yet every time she saw him with his weed vape, she asked if they could shotgun it. Obviously, Alkim wasn’t going to refuse lip contact with her, especially when she was the one offering, but that hardly made it a normal way to share drugs with your bestie. Plus, she always seemed perfectly calm after each hit, never displaying the usual high-strung paranoia that had kept her off the stuff before.
Then there were the random instances of helpfulness.
He liked Kate, sure, and it’s not like she hadn’t helped out immensely by giving him a place to stay, but she wasn’t exactly the cleanest person around. She never did dishes, and certainly never cleaned her room. Hell the only reason he even knew her (old) bra size, was because she left her used bras literally all over the place. They were impossible to miss. The same was true for her underwear. Were Alkim so inclined, he could have started an entire online store selling just the panties she constantly lost around her room to perverts. Even the living room couch wasn’t completely safe.
Hannah may be rude and hateful, but she wasn’t wrong about how gross it was to just leave used panties around the house. And who takes off their underwear in the living room anyway?
Yet, lately, Kate had not been leaving random underwear around the house. Whenever he’d seen her room recently it looked (by Kate’s standards) unnaturally clean and orderly. Plus, she’d been voluntarily cleaning his dirty cups, fetching him drinks, and even did the dishes yesterday after he cooked Mikaella’s breakfast, while he was busy getting the blowjob of his life.
Perhaps the most strange and random thing was that she hadn’t lost her vapes in more than a week. He’d noticed that a bit ago, but the thought came back to him just now and wouldn’t leave him. Kate always lost her vapes, sometimes several times a day, and he’d gotten way too used to this Sisyphean task to not notice its absence.
Did she just finally get a tracker for it? Or is it possible that she actually just remembers where she put it now?
Both were seemingly simple explanations, yet the second option seemed almost too absurd for him to even consider. It shouldn't have bothered him so much, yet it did. He couldn’t shake it. It was such a complete reversal of her behavior, her personality. This girl that knew where her vape was, who never left stray underwear around, she just couldn't be the same Kate he'd lived with for the last three months.
Meanwhile, Mikaella had become even more affectionate than Kate had ever been. After three months of never hanging out, one day had been enough to have her practically glued to his side, or rather, his groin. In just one day she’d come onto him like never before, told him that he smelled good, hung out with him, opened up to him about deeply personal sugar-baby drama, and finally sucked his dick. Then, the next morning, she sucked it again, and promised she would blow him whenever he wanted, no questions asked.
Thanks to her, he’d discovered that he could cum inhumanly massive loads. That seemed odd and concerning enough, and somehow that wasn’t the strangest part. Mikaella was adamant that simply tasting his cum was enough to make her cum like crazy. That didn’t seem possible, and yet he’d seen it with his own eyes multiple times. She’d tremble, shake, and yet never take her lips off his dick until her mouth was literally overflowing with ejaculate, or if he withdrew by himself. The first time she came until she passed out, and he’d been forced to carry her back to bed.
Then, he’d impulsively offered to start doing porn with this girl, despite having first kissed her less than twenty-four-hours ago. Stranger still, she’d enthusiastically agreed. There weren't even any real negotiations; she was immediately all in on the idea of sucking his dick on camera, posting the videos all over the internet, and taking a fifty-fifty split, despite her doing all the actual work and taking all the risk by showing her face online. All Alkim needed to do was set up the cameras, let this girl go to town on his cock, do a little video editing, and post it online.
So why hadn’t they done it yet?
In part, her sudden eagerness to get started filming their first video had somehow made him feel bad, like he was exploiting her. Intellectually, he knew they both needed the money, and he had no reason to think the girl didn’t enjoy every second of the blowjobs she’d already given him. Yet there was some corner of his mind that was unnerved by her rapid personality shift, and wanted to resist this move to digital pimping (even though Mikaella had been pimping herself out for more than a year). Perhaps it was the same part of him that still wanted to go to med school, and leave that crazy house far, far behind.
Plus, the giant loads still seemed like something he should have a doctor to look at. He made a note on his phone to make an appointment for that. He’d call around for open appointment slots after he got home. After Mikaella sucked him off.
He still wondered what could have caused all these changes.
Was it something in the house?
Maybe not. Hannah seemed normal enough. Well, normal for Hannah, as far as I can tell. Not like I have much of her to go on, only recent conversation of ours involved her calling me a creep and a tweaker.
Not exactly a positive interaction, but at least she isn’t inexplicably into me.
Was it the drugs?
Kate and I vaped that DMT… but Mikaella didn’t.
Two hours of walking, thinking, jogging, and thinking had gotten him no closer to answering a single question.
Then his phone rang.
He didn’t bother reading the name. The contact photo of the two of them dancing under club lighting, and the custom ringtone of trashy house-EDM were more than sufficient caller ID.
Oh shit, Vicky?
He answered without hesitation, all concerns about the mysterious changes immediately dropped from his mind.
“WHAT UP SLUUUUUUUUUT?!?!?”
“WHAT UP SLUUUUUUUUUT!?!?!”
They yelled their unique greeting in well-practiced, perfect synchrony.
“Hahahaha! Fuuuuuck, dude, I missed that deep-ass voice of yours.”
Alkim grinned like a schoolboy, despite himself. Vicky had once drunkenly said to him “You know, Alkim, you have a really sexy voice!” It was the sort of load-bearing compliment from a pretty girl that sticks in the male brain, and every reminder of those words never failed to make him feel better.
“Missed you too! House just hasn’t been the same without you. Don’t think any of us have been getting out half as much without our EDM-Queen!” Alkim actually hated EDM, but he loved hitting the clubs and dancing with Vicky.
“Awww… Soooo, what’cha doing right now?” she asked.
“Just hiking down a mountain. You caught me at a good spot, probably five minutes back I would never have gotten your signal.”
“Ooooo nice, nice. Is it a good hike? Glad you haven't let yourself go.”
“Yeah, good incline, nice plants, and not a single person in sight. Just needed to get away, get out of the house, you know? Shit’s been crazy lately.”
“I feel that, I feel that.”
“So what are you doing, how's Hawaii been with Kai?” Alkim was only eighty-percent sure he’d remembered that guy’s name correctly.
“Not great, dude. Not great. We actually broke up. Oh, yeah also I’m calling from the hospital.”
The hospital? “Oh shit! Are you alright? What happened?!”
“Yeeeeaaaaah I’m all good now, they gave me just a liiiiiitle teensy bit of oxy and I’m feeling goooooooood!” She sang that as a long, operatic note.
Great, she’s high. “How did you end up in the hospital?”
“Hurt my face. Details not important, we don’t have to talk about that now. The important thing is my face is all good, didn’t even need stitches.”
“Stitches?!”
“I’m fiiiine dude, look, I’ll send you a selfie to prove it.”
A few seconds later Alkim received that selfie. Vicky was lying in a hospital bed, making a peace sign with her blood-oxygen monitor on her index finger, duck faced, with a faded black eye, cut lips, and yellow-bruised skin on her cheeks. It looked to him like someone beat the shit out of her.
“Vicky, please, I’m kinda freaking out here. Just tell me, what the hell happened? Were you attacked?”
“We can talk about that when I get back, I think I’m gonna nap for a bit.”
“Wait, you’re coming back?”
“Yeeeaaahhhh,” she yawned. "Didn't I say that already?”
“Uh, no.”
“Oh, whoopsie! Yeah, I got a flight next… sorry, I forgot, hang on…”
He waited about thirty seconds for his doped-up friend to find her flight confirmation.
“Got it! Next Friday! 12:45pm! Think you could pick me up from the airport then?”
Alkim thought about that local saying, “Friends don’t make each other pick them up at LAX.” The airport was a swirling Charybdis of traffic and human misery. But there was no way he was going to make Vicky take a fucking Uber.
“Hell yeah! I’ll be there.”
“Great, you can catch me up then, and after we can hit the fucking club! I want to see those fast fucking feet of yours on the move.”
“Fuck yes! Can’t wait to see you then. Guess I’ll have to get you a homecoming gift!” He had just over a week to think of something.
“Yes!!! See you later, bye, slut!”
“Bye, slut!”
The call ended.
Alkim felt a rollercoaster of emotions as he thought through the implications of everything. Vicky’s in the hospital? Someone hurt Vicky?! Vicky’s coming back! Vicky coming home was objectively great news for both his social life and general happiness. But whatever happened in Hawaii can’t have been good for her, and she might need someone to lean on when she returns.
And then there were the strange changes to everyone in the house (except Hannah?). After Vicky came back, would she stay the same Vicky he knew? He liked Vicky as she was, flaws and all, and had no desire to see her change.
Except, when Alkim imagined his friend Vicky with Mikaella's enthusiasm for blowjobs, or with huge, ever-growing tits, like Kate's, he wondered if change was really all that bad.
I suppose an even more affectionate and busty Vicky might not be the worst thing in the world…