Chemical Control
Experimental Design
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, Hannah... also, some actual science.
Alkim
Alkim’s post-nut euphoria was terminated by the sound of a door creaking open.
Shit!
Alkim was suddenly hyper-aware of what an insane mess he was tangled in. There were no blankets on the couch, and his shorts and underwear were much too far away for him to grab and cover himself. And even if he wanted to, there was still a cum-slathered girl on his legs to contend with. Alkim had no idea how he would explain what just happened. To any observer it would look like he had gotten Mikaella so drunk she passed out, and he’d then jerked off all over her face and the couch.
Alkim figured avoiding that should be his biggest priority, and he got off the couch. Mikaella limply fell into the couch with a groan, either at the loss of support or the loss of her pacifier. Fortunately, she did not wake.
Alkim could hear footsteps coming from the kitchen. That meant it was probably Hannah, emerging from that tiny room of hers that connected the kitchen and the backyard.
Shit! shit!
Of all the girls in this house, Hannah was the only one he was on poor terms with. She didn’t really get along with any of the girls in this house, especially Mikaella. He didn’t even want to imagine the tirade she would go on if she found them fucking in the living room.
With no time to waste, Alkim slipped on his shorts, stuffed his underwear into one pocket, lifted Mikaella into a bridal carry as quickly yet gingerly as possible, and moved the hundred pound unconscious girl to his room, kicking the door shut behind him.
Now, out of immediate danger, Alkim gently laid Mikaella down onto his sheets, and thought about what to do next. Should he get dressed, go back to the living room and clean up the mess they’d left behind? Or was it better to not risk upsetting Hannah at all, and just hope she retreated back into her room without seeing the state of the couch, then clean it once she’d left?
Hannah had steadfastly refused any invitations from the rest of the girls to hangout since before Alkim moved in, and from what he’d gathered they’d been in this sort of standoff for months. Yet, for whatever reasons known only to herself, the curvy blonde really, really, did not like Alkim. Alkim always did his best to endear himself to all the girls in the house; he cooked for them, cleaned the shared living spaces, offered to change lightbulbs, opened jars, shared his Costco card, and generally made himself worth keeping around.
But Hannah had completely stonewalled his efforts. When he made a huge pot of Chinese three-cup chicken for the house, she informed him after the fact that she was vegetarian. When he’d mopped the floors she’d complained about the inconvenience walking around him. If he complimented her makeup before her Karaoke shift, she wouldn’t acknowledge it. Hannah made it clear to Kate in private that she did not approve of him squatting there.
Luckily for him, Hannah lacked the power in the house to do anything about it, as she was also not listed on the lease, and she also was not liked all that much. Still, he didn’t really want to make the situation between them any worse. So, he left Mikaella to sleep it off, and stealthily creeped into the living room, hidden by the sounds of Hannah cooking something before her late night karaoke shift.
The first things he noticed were Mikaella’s phone, the two drink glasses, twin shot glasses, and the bottle of Kirkland vodka left on the coffee table. Yet he figured none of that would be quite as upsetting as the mixture of cum and saliva left pooling on the faux-leather couch. Alkim didn’t want to try sneaking into the kitchen for paper towels and risk Hannah seeing this mess. He had to work fast.
Knowing vaguely that cum didn’t absorb very well, Alkim instead grabbed one of the drink glasses and used his finger to wipe the fluids over the edge of the cushion, and into the glass, wiping his finger clean on the rim. Then he pulled the wadded underwear out of his pocket, poured a little bit of vodka into the fabric, and wiped up the remaining evidence of the most epic orgasm of his life.
As far as Alkim could tell in the dim lighting, there was no visible cum left of the couch, though he would need to go over it more totally to make sure. Satisfied with his coverup, he put Mikaella’s phone in his pocket, stashed the glasses in his room, and threw the underwear into his hamper.
Alkim left his room intending to grab some paper towels from the main bathroom, but before he could slip past the kitchen he was stopped by a voice.
“What are you up to now?”
Alkim turned to find Hannah standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.
Bitchy or not, he had to admit his antagonistic housemate was still a beautiful woman by any honest metric. Especially right then, in her red karaoke-girl dress, all done up and ready for work. Hannah was around five-foot-seven-inches, white, blonde and very curvy. She wasn’t as busty as Kate, nor as tall and thick as Vicky, but occupied a solid middle ground between the two. He guessed her boobs were somewhere in the D-DD cup range (though unlike with Vicky and Kate, he was never brave enough to ask), her small waist contrasted very well with her very wide hips and well-rounded ass. Her legs were particularly long and smooth for her height. Alkim vaguely remembered Mikaella once dissing Hannah over her obsessive waxing treatments, but he couldn’t deny the results of her diligence.
“Well?” she inquired again, her irritation plain.
“Just wanted to clean up here before bed, keep things tidy.”
Hannah crossed her arms in agitation. The way it pushed up her tits had the opposite effect on Alkim, but he tried not to look.
“Who was with you here before? Better not have brought in a fucking guest by yourself.”
“Who says I had someone over?” Alkim didn’t appreciate being interrogated like this.
“Don’t fucking deny it, I can see the lipstick all over your face.”
Fuck, I forgot about the lipstick. “So what if I did?”
“Well some of us actually pay rent around here! So we get a say in who fucking gets to come into our home! Didn’t they teach you any manners at your fancy-ass college?”
“Well, for your information, I was just drinking with Mikaella, and, as a matter of fact, I do pay Kate for that spare room.” he lied. Unless Kate was deducting the cost of groceries, eight-balls, and spare adderall from everyone’s rent charges, Alkim was definitely not paying his fair share. But he’d be damned before he admitted that to Hannah.
“Bullshit! You stay here pretending to be everyone’s gay best friend, but we both know that you’re just trying to fuck everything in a skirt, so lets just cut the bullshit. You take advantage of women’s kindness. You’re a user, a bad man, a drug dealer, and a fucking lying-ass tweaker, and I want you out of my fucking house!”
Tweaker? Alkim actually took offense at that. ADHD and a LEGAL adderall prescription doesn’t make me a fucking tweaker! And he wasn’t being nice to the girls just so they’d fuck him, he hadn’t fucked anyone in this house. Except Mikaella, just now. So what if I just let Mikaella blow me back to Ithaca? She wanted to!
Alkim thought about striking back, calling Hannah some combination of white trash and bitch, but thought better of it. He’d just gotten his rocks off, and all he really wanted at that moment was to be done with this conversation and go to bed.
“Well, thank you for those kind words, Hannah. Now, I’m gonna clean up the living room and hit the hay. Hope you have a nice shift. I’d offer to drive you there, but I’ve had a few to drink.” He brushed past the scowling woman and got those fucking paper towels, and chugged two huge glasses of water.
Once he’d gotten back to the living room, paper towels in hand, he was treated to the sight of Hannah angrily stomping towards the front door, sending her sweet ass rolling up and down in her red sequin dress. She slammed the door on her way out.
Mean bitch or not, Alkim still wanted to fuck her, and they both knew it. Honestly, mean women always turned him on. It was a serious weakness of his, and probably something he should work on.
Once he finished cleaning the couch, he checked back in on Mikaella. She was still sleeping peacefully. Then he remembered the glass full of his cum that he’d stashed in here, and thought back on Mikaella’s behavior during and after the blowjob.
She’d been so… enthusiastic, so much more into it than anyone he’d been with. And the way she came right when he did? That was something to behold. Then there were the convulsions, and how she passed out right after. It was as if his cumshot had sent her into an orgasmic seizure: Mikaella literally came her brains out with her lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing his insanely huge load.
Alkim wasn't proud of it, but one of his exes liked to drink and have very drunk sex, and a few times she’d even passed out during sex. Yet, passing out during sex, and actively performing sex acts in your sleep were two very different things. This was definitely the only time he'd seen a girl sleep-blowing. Somehow, it was as if Mikaella craved his dick so strongly that her body kept trying to suck him off without any input from her conscious mind.
That was a very flattering thought, but Alkim knew that humans never completely outgrew the instinctive ability to suckle, and it was normal for both babies and adults to suck on an object placed between their lips. He wasn’t sure if Mikaella’s unconscious behavior was any different from the norm, but he had a hunch, and a (willing) test subject.
Like any curious scientist, Alkim decided to test his hypothesis.
I love ethology.
As a control, he washed his hands vigorously in the bathroom sink, making sure to clean off any residues, including his own sweat. Then he took his clean index finger and carefully inserted it into the sleeping girl’s mouth. She didn’t resist its entry, and began to lightly suck on the digit. After a few seconds Alkim removed the finger, and washed his hands.
For his first treatment, he wiped the finger through the sweat beading on his forehead. When he stuck it in Mikaella’s mouth, she licked it twice, then resumed passively sucking on the finger. There seemed to have been a bit more of a reaction at first, but it quickly subsided. He cleaned his hands again.
The second treatment was his saliva. He remembered how vigorously Mikaella had kissed and licked at him once their lips made contact, and he expected something similar. This time, he stuck a single joint in his mouth, then into hers. Mikaella did not disappoint. She quickly sucked in his finger down to the knuckle, licking it all the while. She kept at it for about thirty seconds before the suction weakened, and her tonguing slowed down, presumably having taken in all of his saliva. Satisfied with the third treatment, he removed his finger, washed his hands, and prepared the third and final treatment.
The cum had been partially diluted from both Mikaella’s saliva, and the melting ice from the drink that it had held previously, but Alkim didn’t think that would make a difference. It would serve. Alkim stuck his finger in the cum, and inserted the slick digit between Mikaella’s lips.
The effect was even stronger this time. Mikaella’s head lifted fully off the pillow to get the rest of the finger into her mouth. She hummed deeply, and licked at his finger voraciously. A minute later she was still suckling with the same intensity, even though that had to be more than enough time to clean his finger off twice over. It took another minute for her to noticeably slow down, but she never actually stopped. Alkim pulled his finger back and was amazed at how powerfully the sleeping girl resisted its withdrawal; hollowing her cheeks, wrapping her tongue around his finger like a constrictor. When he worked himself free she let out a quiet whine at the loss of her pacifier. Thankfully, she did not wake.
Satisfied with his experiment, Alkim felt Mikaella deserved a reward for her contributions to science. He gently lifted the back of her head, tilted it up so she wouldn’t choke, brought the glass to her lips and let her dispose of the remainder. The instant the first drop hit Mikaella’s lips, her tongue darted out to meet it, pulling the white fluid back into her mouth like a starving hummingbird at a feeder. In no time at all she’d gulped it all down. Alkim removed the glass, but her tongue kept searching for more, lashing about outside her mouth expecting another fix.
After a minute her tongue stopped searching and she closed her mouth, though Alkim thought he could see it poking into her cheeks, snaking into every crevice between her teeth in search of one last drop.
Fucking hell, she’s crazy for the stuff.
Already he was thinking about when he could get her to blow him again. Hell, he could probably just stick his dick into her sleeping mouth and let her have at it, but he quickly banished the thought. That would be several steps too far.
This experiment was over, Alkim had all the data he needed from a sleeping subject. It was time to put her to bed, in her own room. They could talk about what just happened tomorrow. Alkim would make sure they had that conversation, and that she stayed awake and alert for his next experiment.
Alkim carried Mikaella back to her own bed, covered the sleeping girl in her own blankets, and retired to his own bed for the night.