Chemical Control
Aroma
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, Mikaella.
Alkim
When they returned home, Kate just went straight to her room and shut the door. So much for talking. Alkim didn’t realize until then that she’d also taken his bottle. Damnit, Kate.
He went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, which is where Mikaella found him.
“Hey Alkim! Worked up quite a thirst there, huh?” The hint of mischief in her voice made it obvious that she wasn’t talking about water.
Alkim emptied his glass before answering, “Oh, hey Mikaella. Yeah, it was a decent workout.”
“I’ll say! You’re like, drenched in sweat.” She pointed at his completely darkened tank top.
“Yeah, well, I’m gonna grab a shower in a second.”
Just after Alkim said that, he heard a door shutting, and then the unmistakable sound of a shower being turned on. Well, nevermind then.
“Looks like Kate beat you to it.” She said with a giggle.
“Damnit,” Alkim sighed, “she’s supposed to let me go first. She takes like twenty minutes minimum, when I could have been done in two. Plus I’m always sweatier than her, and I get underarm BO.” He lifted his armpit and scented that all too familiar stink. Living in a house of mostly Asian girls that never dealt with smelly pits (and one Hannah) had made Alkim more than a little self conscious about how his pits smelled.
Mikaella must have taken that as an invitation to check Alkim for BO, as she sidled right up to him and started sniffing his exposed upper arm. “Hmmm,” she hummed and sniffed for a couple more seconds, “actually, *sniff* you smell kinda nice. Are you wearing something?”
Alkim was almost too shocked at this random intrusion of his personal space to answer, “Ummm… no? No, I’m not wearing any scent, or deodorant.” Alkim seemed to have developed a resistance to his antiperspirant over the last week. Whenever he applied it, somehow he ended up sweating right through it anyway. So the pit stench was kind of a sore point for him.
Mikaella looked very surprised at that. “Really?” She wiped a finger over his arm and brought it to her nose. Mikaella inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, like she was wine tasting. Or like she was snorting it. “Mmmmmm, no, Alkim, you smell… just fine.”
The relaxed look on her face was weirdly unsettling, and Alkim was definitely not used to getting compliments on his body odor. He lifted his arm to check again for himself, but his armpit just smelled like his natural body odor.
This was just a very strange conversation. It didn’t help that Mikaella was practically on top of him, trapping him against the sink. “Uhhh, thanks, I guess?” said Alkim.
Apparently accepting the compliment was the key to exiting this line of discussion, as she smiled and sat herself back down at the kitchen table. He decided to wash the dishes while he waited for Kate to finish her shower.
After a minute Mikaella broke the temporary silence. “Sooooo…” she began.
Oh, what now? Alkim shut off the sink and turned to face her.
“... what’s up with Kate?” she asked.
Ah, that. “Dude, I don’t really know.” Alkim answered honestly, genuinely puzzled by her behavior and her, ah, developments himself.
“Like where the fuck did that come from? They weren’t that big last week! Right?” Mikaella was being more quiet than this morning, but she must have been wracking her mind over it the whole time they were at the gym. Not that Alkim could blame her. Mikaella was gone for four days, and in that time Kate’s already big tits had suddenly gotten even bigger.
Alkim figured it wasn’t polite to talk so much about his friend’s giant jugs, but it wasn’t like Kate could hear them over the shower. Plus Alkim had to vent to someone, and he figured Mikaella was as good as anyone. “Yeah, dude, I’m just as surprised as you are. I only noticed today. She said they’re at least two cup sizes up.”
“Holy shit!”
“I know, right?” The pressure had been released, and Alkim needed to vent. “Dude it was insane. I could barely keep my eyes to myself. You should have seen the way they bounced on that treadmill, how they spilled off the sides of her chest on the best press! Fucking everyone in the gym was watching her.”
“I bet! Oh my god, that must have been pure torture for you!” She started giggling, “Like, did you.. you know…”
Alkim didn’t like where this was going. “Did I do what?”
“You know! Did you…”, she punctuated her question by nodding down at his crotch, “... get hard?”
And there it is. “No, Mikaella. I did not get hard in the middle of the gym.” That was true, but just barely so. He had come dangerously close to that so many times. It took a bunch of deep squats and stretches to keep that blood in less incriminating muscles.
Alkim took from her giggling that she did not believe him, and he couldn’t really blame her.
“I mean, it’d be normal if you did. Like, isn’t it crazy, like, how fucking huge she grew in one weekend?.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re like a med student right? Do you know why her boobs would just grow like that? Is she just getting fat? Or is she on something? Like a pill?”
He was definitely not a med student, but he didn’t bother to correct her. This is the second time Mikaella asked about a pill. “A pill? What are you talking about”
“You know, like a hormone pill, birth control. No, I guess she wouldn’t need that… Or maybe her psych meds? I heard those can sometimes make your boobs bigger, saw that on Instagram, this one girl took them cuz she’s bipolar or something, and her boobs, like, doubled in size.” Mikaella held her arms out to indicate the size of the tits in question, bigger than her own head. “Kate wouldn’t hold out on me if she found something, would she?”
Mikealla was full of questions today. Alkim decided to stop her there, “No way, Mikaella. There’s no such thing. I mean, hormone pills are a thing, but they wouldn’t just make your breasts grow, they have all kinds of side effects. If someone made a real breast enhancement pill it would be instant multi-billion dollar news. It would be the most popular drug among women overnight, you’d know about it. And like you said, there’s no way she’s on birth control. I think she’s just overeating or something.”
“Ugh, damnit, you’re probably right.” She sounded disappointed. “And I guess she would have told you right? Since you’re besties and shit now?” Alkim thought he’d detected a faint hint of jealousy there.
“Yeah. She was kinda freaked, worried she’s getting fat. Did a bunch of cardio today to try and work them off.”
“SHE WHAT?!” shouted Mikaella. “She wants to work them off?”
Uh oh, wrong answer. Alkim just nodded, not wanting to upset her any more. The shower was still pouring for now, but it wasn't like the kitchen was soundproof.
“What an ungrateful bitch! Kate gets a second blessing from the titty fairy, and she wants to lose the weight!” Mikaella slammed a fist on the table in frustration.
“Fucking… ughhh.” She met his eyes, and must have realized how loud she was being. She continued, quieter, “It’s just so unfair. I wish I had tits like that. Fucking everyone else here is busty as hell, and I’m stuck here as the fucking president of the itty-bitty-titty-committee!”
Alkim didn’t really know what to say to that. He also wished Mikaella had tits like their other housemates, but he knew saying so wouldn’t exactly help with her body image problems.
“Hey, Mikaella, c’mon, you don’t have to be jealous of Kate, or Vicky, or Hannah.” Fuck, did I just accidentally put her at the bottom of my list? “You’re a very attractive woman.” Alkim put his hand on her shoulder for comfort, not really sure if he was helping.
“You really think so? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked, stifling a sniffle.
“Of course, lots of guys like petite girls. Most guys, actually.” He chose not to mention that they liked petite girls with huge chests even more.
In a surprising move Mikaella turned and wrapped her arms around Alkim’s waist, pulling him into a tight hug, and pushing her head into his sweat-soaked shirt. Her head was just below his pecs. BO or no BO, Alkim thought there was no way this wasn’t as gross for her as it was awkward for him. Yet she made no move to disengage, and didn’t make a sound.
Does she really not care about the sweat?
Alkim guessed this was weirdly comforting for her, so he just kind of stood there in awkward silence, patting her on the back while she hugged his sweaty torso. Then the sniffling resumed.
Alkim looked down to see Mikaella’s eyes were shut, and her nose was pressed against his right pec. Wait, she’s not sniffling, she’s… sniffing?
“Um… Mikaella?”
“Hm?” she mumbled back. Her face didn’t budge.
“... What are you doing?”
“Nothing just… enjoying the hug… and you just smell -sniff- really -sniff- good?” Mikaella very slowly pulled herself away from Alkim’s chest, with an inquisitive look on her face.
“Thanks...” Just take the compliment. Everything today was so damn weird.
“No, thank you, you have no idea how much I needed that. Also, has anyone ever told you that you smell like man scented candles?”
“Uhhh,” he wasn’t really sure how to respond to that, “no, can’t say they have.” He heard the bathroom door open, and Kate’s door shutting. “I guess that’s my cue to take a shower.” Alkim ducked out from this bizzarro encounter to finally clean himself off.