Chemical Control
Discovery
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
Kate
For Kate, it all started last week, when they tried the DMT. The feeling right after the first hit was incredible. Kate had never felt so euphoric before, not even on molly. Even after the hallucinations wore off, Kate felt like she was still on some kind of high for the rest of that night. It was even better than the internet had led her to believe, and Kate couldn't wait to try it again.
The next day Kate felt mostly normal, just a bit off, like she had gone too long without nicotine. She used her vape, and that helped but she never felt that release she expected from satisfying a craving. It was like there was something else gnawing at her, but she couldn't figure it out.
When the feeling didn’t get any better by noon, Kate decided to make herself a drink. It’s always five-o-clock somewhere. She knew it was not the healthiest option, but it was a Saturday, and this might as well be brunch mimosas. Kate grabbed a random mug of water off the table, emptied it into the sink, and mixed herself a screwdriver. Once Kate brought the drink to her lips, to her shock, she immediately felt that release she was missing. The feeling ran through her nervous system like an electric current made out of dopamine.
Ooooh yeah… that’s the stuff.
Kate relished that feeling for a few moments until he realized something was really off; she hadn’t actually drank anything yet. All she had done was bring the mug to her lips.
What the fuck?
Kate downed the drink anyway and got a bit more of that relief, but the feeling was over much faster. She inspected the mug for anything weird but found nothing. She didn’t even know what she was supposed to be looking for, yet she felt strangely compelled to find the source of her euphoria. Was it some kind of drug? Kate vaguely remembered Alkim had used this mug earlier.
Of course he used it. It was his mug from the La Brea Tar Pits, featuring a California flag with Saber-Toothed cat in place of a bear.
Dork. But what the hell was he drinking from here? Had he spiked it with something? It’d looked like ordinary water, and she hadn’t smelled anything unusual when she dumped it out in the sink.
Kate was perplexed, but she didn’t really have anything substantial to dwell on. Still clueless, she soon went about her day normally. She mostly just kind of hung out in the living room with Alkim. For some reason she felt better about the mystery cravings. Kate guessed it was the company, or the entertainment distracting her. She had never seen “Avatar: The Last Airbender" before, and when Alkim found out he insisted that they must watch the whole show.
After sitting next to him for a few minutes, Kate eventually noticed that Alkim smelled, bizarrely, kinda good today. It was odd, like it was just his normal smell, not too smelly, exactly how he always smelled, but somehow nicer today? It was really hard to process what about it she liked, but, again, Kate tried not to dwell on the weirdness. Instead she just got closer and laid her head on his shoulder, relaxing against him.
The euphoric feelings came to her after she grabbed Alkim’s water bottle and took a swig. Kate immediately recognized that sensation, lighting up her nerves. The mystery drug!? Kate took another gulp, but this time she barely felt anything. Damn it! It was completely maddening.
Still, her cravings went down after that hit. Kate felt like she got more from the bottle than she did from the glass earlier. Feeling the need for something dopamine inducing, she took another drag from her vape and offered it to Alkim. For once, he took a hit and handed it back to her. When her lips touched the vape it all clicked.
The feeling was incredible, and unlike any other drug she’d tried before: it made her focused, but not hyper-focused: awake but not wired: euphoric, but functional. That additional focus helped her put the events of the last few days into order. She found herself sucking on the mouthpiece absentmindedly as she put the pieces together, but another dose of nicotine brought her no additional relief. That cinched it, there was only one common factor between every time she felt that specific high.
It’s Alkim! His saliva is the drug!
At first the revelation repulsed her. Fuck! That’s what made the DMT high so incredible! She had to hide in her room, get some solitude so she could think. This doesn’t make any fucking sense? That’s not how human spit works! But it did work. Somehow, Alkim, her male best friend, had chemically laced spit.
Why couldn’t it be Vicky’s spit? There wouldn’t be any dilemma for her if Alkim was a beautiful Korean woman.
Kate stayed in her room for the next few hours, not comfortable facing Alkim with this knowledge. Alkim and his stupid lips. Fuck! Why am I thinking like that? Kate couldn’t deny the cravings were getting stronger with each hour. Worse still, she could remember that intense feeling of relief; how much better she felt after taking the edge off. But Kate knew she had to resist it, had to resist the temptation… had to resist Alkim.
At eleven p.m. Kate finally broke. She left her room to get a glass of water, feeling pretty solid about her decision to resist. Then she saw him. Alkim passed out on the couch with some nature documentary playing, and there was a line of drool running down his cheek. Fuck! It was so much more than she’d ever gotten before. This would be a real fucking hit. Kate just had to try it.
Just this one, just to satisfy my curiosity, then I’ll go back to nothing.
Kate wiped her finger over his cheek. I can’t believe I'm doing this. She brought the finger up to her face and parted her lips. She hesitated for a long moment, thinking about how insane this all was. This is so gross. But she knew there was no turning back. Kate plunged the finger into her mouth.
The relief was immediate. Kate could feel the euphoria as it trickled down her spine and throughout the rest of her body. It wasn’t too intense, not enough to knock her down. It just made her feel very relaxed, like all her anxieties were debris flowing downstream, down, down away from her mind, while her focus was like a salmon swimming past her worries, back upstream.
This was way better than anxiety pills. Way better, even, than adderall.
Kate's best friend was the best drug she’d ever had. She knew that now. Bizarre and confusing as the knowledge was, there was no way for her to unlearn it, and no way she was gonna give it up.
After that revelation, Kate found she was constantly thinking of ways to get Alkim’s spit while also desperately trying not to arouse his suspicions. Kate would bring Alkim drinks and lick the rim afterwards. She would sneak sips of his water bottle after each time he used it. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, and she was well past caring about how objectively gross it was.
Kate kept offering her vape to Alkim, but he almost always refused. Apparently, Alkim can’t even feel nicotine, and he also doesn’t care for the smell. Foiled, she set about finding a solution. That night she went online and bought him a dry herb vape, for weed, so she could extract more of his spit. She paid extra for overnight shipping.
When it finally arrived the next day she presented it to Alkim.
“Yooo, thank you so much, Kate!”
“Consider it a late red-envelope present.” Her riff on him being so fucking young, and penniless.
He grinned back at her. “Wanna help me christen this thing? We could even shotgun the hits, like with the DMT, hahaha.” He tried to laugh off the suggestion as he loaded some weed into the chamber.
Kate felt like such an idiot, she had to physically stop herself from facepalming. Of course I never had to play any mind games with him! Alkim wanted her, they both knew it, so of course he would take any opportunity to kiss her.
“Sure, why not?”
Before Alkim could get too embarrassed and retract the offer, Kate took as long of a drag as she could and brought her lips to his.
It was electric. Just like the first time, the mystery chemicals in his saliva instantly relaxed her, overpowering whatever insubstantial buzz she got from the weed. Direct lip contact was so much more powerful than lapping up his leftovers. Kate felt so good that she almost forgot to exhale the vapor into Alkim’s mouth, which was the entire flimsy pretext for this lip contact. Once she noticed, she quickly exhaled and pulled away from him.
She decided to play it extra cool to avoid suspicion, leaning back against the couch and scrolling mindlessly through her phone. As if lip-to-lip contact was a normal way for a lesbian and her straight-male friend to share drugs. From now on, in this house, it might as well be. Though, Alkim sure wasn’t aware of all the drugs he was actually sharing with Kate.
Not that he wasn’t also enjoying himself, as evidenced from his pitiful attempts to hide his boner. If he thought she’d noticed, he’d probably die of embarrassment, so she pretended not to. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore and excused himself to take a shower and jerk off (the jerking off part was implied).
Kate thought that was kind of gross of him, she didn’t think he would need to jerk off after just a kiss. But then again, she knew this was kind of an escalation of the regular teasing she did.
Kate always kind of enjoyed screwing with him a bit, gauging his reaction to her body. It’s just kind of funny how little she needed to do much to catch his attention; just a stretch in front of a mirror here, or an exposed nipple there (though the vast majority of nip slips were genuine, she wasn’t usually aware of them). Usually Kate hated male attention, especially from strangers, but with Alkim it was validating and pretty harmless. He never commented and always respected her boundaries, and he was a lot better than the male friends she’d had before. Kate always felt in control around him.
She just needed to maintain that control, and use it to get what she needed from him. Then they’d both get what they wanted. But that dude really needs to get laid.
Just then, her stomach grumbled, loudly. She had been a lot hungrier than normal lately, but she figured that was because she had been rationing her adderall doses. Whatever, I’ll just workout more later to make up for it.
Kate ordered Postmates.