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Chapter 6 - The Realization
Chris was awakened by Andy, who was standing over him and prodding him
with his toe. "Wake up, man. You slept all day yesterday. I'm not going
to let you sleep the day away again. Get your ass up!" In spite of his
harsh words, Andy had a huge grin on his face, and was obviously in
grand spirits.
Chris, on the other hand was totally confused. He was laying on the
floor of the living room, right in front of the couch. He couldn't
remember how he got here. In fact, he couldn't even recall how they had
gotten home. His head felt fuzzy, his eyes were dry and his mouth
tasted awful. He struggled to remember how he came to be on the floor,
but came up blank. His roommate was already dressed and showered, and
grinning ear to ear. He looked like he was ready to run a Marathon!
"Dude, you drank just as much as I did last night. Why aren't you
feeling like I'm feeling?" Chris inquired.
"Man, I feel great. I got laid last night! In fact, I think I got a
blowjob." Andy exclaimed proudly.
"You think?" asked Chris, still groggy.
"Well, I was pretty drunk and don't remember how it happened very
clearly. But I do remember some chick going down on me last night. And
God, she had a hot mouth! I remember holding on to her head as I blew
my load into her throat. She had really short hair. Funny, I don't
normally go for chicks with short hair. But anyway, when I woke up, my
dick was hanging out of my pants, and I felt great. I must have gotten
a blowjob. Wonder what happened to her. She must have left before I
woke up."
"I don't remember picking up any girls last night..." Chris didn't know
why, but something was telling him he shouldn't pursue this train of
thought.
"Neither do I, but I know I got sucked off last night, so unless you
did it..." Andy teased.
Chris felt his face flush red hot, and hoped that Andy hadn't noticed.
He rolled over, ostensibly to get up from the floor. But in reality, to
hide his face from Andy's line of sight.
"Gotta use the can!" he yelled as he raced up the stairs and into the
bathroom. Images from last night were coming to Chris. But they
couldn't be real. It must have been a dream. He thought he remembered
giving Andy a blowjob. But that couldn't have happened! "I'm not gay!"
he thought, "I couldn't have done that. It had to have been a dream."
He locked the bathroom door and started to disrobe. As he took off his
pants and underwear, he found them crusted with dry cum. Without
thinking he brought some of the dried spunk to his mouth and tasted it.
The realization washed over him like a wave.
"Oh my God! I did. I did suck his dick. I remember it so clearly now."
He hadn't realized that Andy had grabbed his head as he came, but
thinking back, he remembered it now. Chris was revolted at what he had
done. But at the same time, he could not deny how incredibly sexy it
had been. And how satisfied he had felt afterwards. He thought back to
the final kiss he had placed on his roommate's cock before passing out.
In spite of himself, he felt his own cock beginning to harden once
again.
Horrified, he turned the shower on full cold and jumped in. The frigid
water set his heart racing, but quickly negated any urges that had
started building. He used the loofa that Mindy had left behind. He
normally didn't use things like that, but he wanted to scrub himself
clean. He scoured his body twice over before finally turning the water
off. Stepping out of the shower, he appraised himself in the mirror.
Since he had taken a cold shower, it hadn't fogged up. He scrutinized
himself thoroughly, but didn't see anything out of place. He still had
weight to lose, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Still, he
didn't feel right. Something was off; something has to be seriously
wrong with him to make him do what he had done.
After towelling off, Chris wrapped the towel around his waist and went
into his bedroom. He dressed once again, then tried to do some
homework. He needed to keep his mind off what he had done, but just
couldn't. His thoughts kept returning to last night. He remembered
taking his roommates cock out of his pants and marvelling at its
beauty. He could almost feel once again how it had swelled in his
grasp. A reluctant smile creased his face as he thought of placing his
mouth over Andy's manhood. Chris once again had a raging hard-on, and
found himself unconsciously rubbing himself through his sweatpants.
A loud knock on his bedroom door started Chris out of his fantasy.
"Damn!" Chris thought. "Andy just keeps doing that to me!"
Andy knocked again and said, "Hey Chris! What's up. I was thinking
about going to play some Frisbee. Let's go."
Chris took a moment to gather his wits. "Maybe another time," he
replied. "I've got tons of homework to do. Y'know I slept all day
yesterday, so I've to catch up."
Andy opened the door this time. "Is everything okay? You kinda left the
room in a hurry this morning." Andy voice was part concern, but also
part curious.
"Well, at least he knocked first," thought Chris. "If he hadn't, he
would have walking in on me rubbing my crotch."
To Andy he said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just felt like throwing up. Had a
lot to drink last night, and wasn't sure I'd make it to the john."
"Well, okay." Andy didn't sound convinced. "But I'm going out. It's too
nice out to stay indoors all day."
With that Andy turned and started for the stairs. Chris was annoyed
that Andy had not only opened his bedroom door without permission, but
had not bothered to close upon leaving. At any rate, Chris was
immensely relieved to be alone in the apartment. He stayed very quiet
and listened carefully as Andy closed the front door, then got in his
car and drove off. Convinced that he was finally alone, he got up and
went to the living room. Standing across the room from the couch, he
looked at the spot where he had kneeled in front of Andy, when he had
sucked Andy's cock.
"How could I have done that?" Chris pondered. He thought back to
earlier in the day yesterday. He had decided to take Andy out because
he had had a fight with his girlfriend. Andy had insisted that Mindy
give him oral sex, and she refused. Chris thought that Andy had been
too forward in telling her to blow him or leave. Of course she would
choose the latter.
"He must have tried to use that silly elixir. He was just overconfident
because he figured it would make her want to suck..." Chris' train of
thought derailed. The elixir! Because it would make her want to suck
his cock!
"No," he said aloud. "That can't be it. It couldn't work. There's no
such thing as magic potions."
But the events of the past weekend mocked his denial. What had the
stranger said? It would make the drinker crave sperm, particularly
Andy's. "Isn't that exactly what was happening to me!" It all made
sense. He woke up Saturday and had his first craving. He had sated it
himself with his very own sperm. Later that same day, he remembered
wanting to offer Andy a blowjob before going to the bars. Then all
night long his craving had increased until he could no longer resist.
Exactly as the stranger had described it.
But how had he come to drink the elixir? "Of course," he said aloud.
"The beer. It wasn't skunky, it was spiked!" Thinking back, he
remembered how Mindy had been so pissed off. "She deliberately sat down
with me between her and Andy. That means I got the beer that Andy had
intended for her."
"Well, at least Andy didn't get ripped off," Chris thought. "He got
exactly what he wanted. Well, not exactly. Andy's good mood would
vanish in a heartbeat if he realized that Chris has given him that
blowjob!
Suddenly, Chris was furious with Andy. "How could he have done this to
me! How careless! How stupid!"
Up to this point Chris had been avoiding Andy because he was so
embarrassed by what he had done. Now he wanted to see Andy so he could
throttle the clumsy son of a bitch. Chris began pacing the room,
opening and closing his fists. He was taking quick, shallow breaths,
and his heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. This was all
Andy's fault!
"Andy can't keep it in his pants, so he turned me into a cocksucker!"
Chris halted abruptly as he realized what he was saying. He was
practically shouting. "God, I hope the neighbours didn't hear that," he
said more sedately. As he calmed down, he realized that he couldn't
stand up and accuse Andy. Doing that would require admitting that he
had sucked Andy's cock. And he just couldn't bring himself up to doing
that. He wasn't gay, and the thought of someone, anyone knowing that he
had sucked a cock was unbearable.
No, he had to keep this to himself. He would just resist the urge to
suck cock in the future. Didn't the stranger say that the potion wore
off quickly? Yes. If he could just resist the urge for a week or so, he
should be okay.
Chapter 7 - The Elixir's Other Effect
Things had gotten pretty cold around the apartment lately. It was
Wednesday, just three days after Chris' terrible revelation. But even
now, Chris just could not bring himself to face Andy, and so tried to
avoid him at all costs. Any time they did speak, Chris was distracted
and ended the conversation at the earliest possible opportunity. He
knew that his aloofness would only arouse Andy's suspicion, but Chris
could not help it. Every time he looked Andy in the eye, he thought
"Does he know it was me that sucked him off last weekend? Doe he think
that I'm gay?"
The other reason for avoiding his roommate, Chris had to admit, was
that every time he saw Andy, he could not help but stare and the man's
crotch. He was yearning to suck Andy's cock again. He felt a deep,
undeniable need to have that warm, stiff rod sliding in and out over
his hot lips, while he licked and tested the underside of the head with
his wet tongue. The more he was around Andy, the more he knew that he
would not be able to hold out much longer. Chris wanted to once again
feel Andy's hot salty jism splash against the back of his throat, while
he sucked and licked and slurped up every drop he could get. Even
knowing that Andy had made him this way with the elixir, Chris missed
that sense of fulfilment he had gotten from knowing that he had pleased
his man.
But Chris had managed to get through the week without eating any cum,
so far. Not even his own. It had taken all his will power. He could
temper his lust for Andy's cock with anger at what Andy had done to
him. But resisting the urge to eat his own cum had been a Herculean
effort. He knew he could not resist much longer. So when Chris heard
Andy's car pull in, he headed upstairs to get a cold shower and
continue his homework in his bedroom.
Standing naked in the bathroom, Chris realized that it had been several
days since he had shaved. He got out his razor, but as he was applying
the shaving cream, he found that he didn't really need a shave. In
fact, his face was smoother now than it usually was after a close
shave. He rinsed the shaving cream off and studied his face in the
mirror. It seemed narrower, his cheeks less full.
"Looks like I'm starting to lose some weight," Chris thought happily.
He hadn't been dieting, but his appetite had been off lately. Unlike
some, Chris usually stopped eating when stressed out. "Nothing like
stress to help the diet along," he thought. Continuing to scrutinize
his face, Chris thought his eyebrows seemed less full. Perhaps the
stress was also contributing to this. He had heard that stress caused
hair loss, but facial hair loss?
Stepping back from the mirror, he noticed that his body appeared
slimmer as well. Though he was still bothered by the fact that his
chest and hips seemed not to be shrinking proportionally. In fact, he
couldn't be sure, but they almost looked bigger. He stepped on the
scale and was pleased to see that he was right. He had lost 5 pounds in
under a week. He quickly dismissed his concerns over his hips and
chest. If he continued to lose weight, they would eventually slim down
as well. Chris jumped into the shower and began to lather up.
Distracted by his weight loss, he forgot that he had intended to take a
cold shower. Instead, he turned the water on so hot that he almost
couldn't stand it. The combination of the hot water and the few beers
Chris had had earlier relaxed him and he felt better than he had felt
all week. He felt so relaxed, in fact, that he could barely stay awake.
After getting out of the shower he headed straight to bed. Normally he
wore only his underwear to bed. But tonight he found one of Andy's t-
shirts. It must have gotten mixed in with his laundry. It was too big
for him, and would probably come halfway down his thigh. Chris decided
on a lark to put it on. It seemed like a fun thing to do. Kinda sexy.
He looked in his bedroom mirror and was shocked to see that he looked a
bit like a woman dressed in a nightshirt. "Too bad the shirt is so
large and baggy," Chris thought. He gathered up the sides of the shirt
and pulled them around back, out of sight. This made the shirt hug his
figure and the effect was even more dramatic. Not only did he look like
a woman in a nightshirt, he was actually quite shapely. He struck a
sexy, feminine pose, and the sight made his cock stir. He instinctively
reached under the shirt and into his underpants. The thought crossed
his mind that he shouldn't do this. In an act of supreme willpower,
Chris turned away from the mirror and released his dick.
He turned out the light and crawled under the sheets. The feeling of
laying there in Andy's shirt was just delicious. He thought he knew how
Mindy felt putting Andy's shirt on after they had made love. In spite
of being so tired, sleep evaded Chris as the vision in the mirror would
not leave his head. Behind his closed eyelids, he could still see his
sexy, curvy body. In his mind's eye, he became even more sexy and
curvaceous than the reflection in the mirror. His sandy blonde hair was
long and wavy, and fell over his lovely, milky shoulders, beautifully
accenting his aquiline nape. His nightshirt was pulled tight over large
breasts that were lovely and round. Chris' nipples pointed out and her
areolas were visible through the thin jersey material. Her waist was
narrow, her tummy flat and sexy. Her hips were ample and sumptuous,
rocking side to side as she walked on smooth, curvy legs that ended at
her black stiletto pumps.
Chris saw herself, naked and curvaceous, standing in front of her man.
Andy was also naked, and his gorgeous cock was standing at rigid
attention. Chris drank in the sight of her lover standing nude before
her. Her eyes ran over his body, from his beard-stubbled face over his
broad chest to his rippled abs. She paused a moment to relish the sight
of her lover's ample manhood before continuing her scan over his
strong, muscled legs, right down to his feet. Her attention returned to
her favourite part of her lover's anatomy and she stepped forward to
take Andy's hot, pulsing cock in her long, delicate fingers. As Chris'
hand began to pump her lover's rock-hard cock, she grabbed his head and
brought his mouth to her waiting bosom. Andy immediately began to lick
and suck on her nipple and she was in ecstasy. Andy reached up with one
hand and began to fondle Chris' other breast, tweaking and pinching the
nipple while his other hand reached around to cup Chris' ass and pull
her in close to his body. His cock was hot hard against her tummy, and
she was overwhelmed with lust.
Reluctantly, Chris stepped back, out of Andy's hot embrace. He looked
crestfallen. But Chris only took a single pace back and gave her lover
a mischievous grin. She could tell that Andy was incredibly turned on,
and that he lusted for her. It pleased her that that she could get her
lover so hot and bothered. It gave her a feeling of power. She leaned
forward and began to lavish kisses on Andy's chest. She ran her long
fingernails over his washboard abs, and lightly scratched at his sides.
Slowly, she worked her kisses down, over his stomach, and stopped just
above his aching manmeat. Chris could tell that Andy wanted her badly.
He was in desperate need of release. Chris would give him his needed
release, but she wanted to play a little first.
She reached around to his ass with both hands, again lightly scratching
with her long delicate nails. She kissed all around the base of Andy's
cock, taking in his musky scent. Next she licked his balls and then
took them completely into her mouth. She new they were sensitive, so
she sucked them just enough to get a gasp out of her lover before
releasing them. From there Chris began kissing up the length of Andy's
love pole, stopping to lick and suck just behind and below the head.
Chris knew that her lover was about to explode. Indeed, her own love
juices were flowing freely down her legs as she kneeled before her
lover. But she couldn't have Andy blowing his wad just yet. That would
be a waste. No, she had to have his sperm. She wanted to taste it, to
feel it splash against the back of her throat.
Chris had planned to drag it out longer, but she could no longer
resist. With her hands still grasping Andy's ass, she took his cock
into her eagerly waiting mouth. She sucked it all in until her nose was
buried in his pubic hair. She pulled back until just the head was in,
applying suction and flicking the underside of the lovely cock with her
tongue. She plunged the dick back into her mouth, then pulled back
again. Again and again, building up speed and momentum, as the hot meat
slid in and out over her slick lips. She felt the cock grow in her
mouth so she stopped and backed off until just the head was in her
mouth, waiting for her hard-won prize. She had timed it perfectly. Andy
groaned and released his load between Chris' lovely lips. Chris
swallowed over and over as she continued to feel hot cum splash against
her throat. She revelled in the salty, musky taste as she swallowed
every drop. Chris then pulled her lovely lips off of the drained cock
with a slight pop. She smiled up to her lover only to find that he was
already fast asleep.
"Men!" she said. Oh, well. She had gotten what she wanted. A tummy full
of cum and a satisfied lover.
Chris woke from the dream to a dark and quiet bedroom. It took him
several minutes to figure out where he was, or indeed who he was. For a
while there, he could have sworn that he was a woman. The dream had
been so incredibly real. He had never experienced such a sensual dream
before. He could almost still feel the juices running down his leg. As
he thought about this, he realized that there something cold and wet in
bed. But it was his crotch. Reaching down, he felt that his cock was
damp and sticky. He must have come in his sleep! He had never had that
problem, even through puberty. He brought some of the cum up to his
lips, but there wasn't enough to satisfy his craving. He felt his whole
body begin to tingle again. More strongly than ever before. It felt as
if every part of his body had gone to sleep. Worried that he might have
lost circulation, Chris got out of bed and began to pace around the
room. Eventually the tingling sensation died away.
As Chris paced the room, he realized that he was still wearing Andy's
shirt. Still curious from the last time he had looked in the mirror, he
turned the light on. He had to be dreaming still. The figure in the
mirror was him, but it wasn't right. His figure had taken on a
definitive hourglass shape. His face was thinner, with high cheekbones,
and high, arched brows. He reached up to touch the strange face in the
mirror and noticed his hand. His fingers were long and delicate. He
looked surprisingly like the woman he was in his dream. Not nearly as
voluptuous or feminine, but the similarities were startling.
"What's hap..." Chris started to say. But his voice had changed to. It
wasn't the voice of a woman, but higher than it had been. Worried now
of what other changes might have taken place, he checked down below.
"Thank God!" It was still there. But on further inspection, was it a
little smaller?
"What's happening to me?" Chris managed to get out this time.
Chris heard movement outside his door and realized that the light had
probably woken Andy up. He couldn't let Andy see him like this. He
turned out the light and jumped back into bed. The rest of the night
passed with Chris laying in his bed, not sleeping for a minute. He ran
his hands up and down, exploring his body and trying to feel for any
changes. His breasts were definitely larger, and his nipples. "What
about the areolas?" he thought. He didn't want to turn the light back
on to see, so he would just have to wait. Inspecting his crotch again,
he was certain that his dick was smaller than it had been. He attempted
to pump his cock to erection, to no avail. He wasn't sure if he
couldn't get it up because he had just come, because he was so worried,
of because the changes that were taking place with his body. He had no
way of knowing.
Morning came and Chris was still awake. He got out of bed and looked
into the mirror once more. He hadn't seen it in the dark, but his was
lighter. Where it had been black, it was now dark brown. Could he not
see that in the poor light last night, or had the changes continued?
Chris then lifted the t-shirt and inspected his breasts. They were
actually quite nice, with large areolas. B-cup at least. Not as big as
Chris liked on a woman, but most women would be happy to have tits like
this. Chris finally stripped and stood naked in front of the mirror.
Aside from the small penis between his legs, he could pass for a woman.
Not a pretty one by any means. But this was a disturbing development.
Staring at his new body, Chris wondered what he was going to do about
class. He couldn't go out looking like this, sounding like this.
Andy knocked on the door yelling, "C'mon Chris. You gotta get to
class."
Chris coughed a few times and pitched his voice as low as he could.
"I'm not going to class today. I'm sick."
"Oh, okay. I see. You're sick. What have you got going on?" came Andy's
reply.
"Nothing," Chris said. "I'm really sick."
"You have no idea how sick," he thought inwardly.
To be continued...
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