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This story started out as a serial. Some changes have been made, but for the most part it is complete. Please overlook some small editing or proofreading mistakes. It comes with the territory when you read my stuff. Being "Dipped" By Boredsitting Life can be pretty sweet. Look at me, sitting here in the prime of my life on a Friday evening watching a movie on my super huge tv with my beautiful girlfriend by my side. Hell, I don't even like the stupid movie, but nothing is gonna get me out of this terrific mood. "Hey Loverboy, I got a secret sumthin'- sumthin' today from one of my special friends," my girl teases in a sing-song way. Cammie and I have been pretty close these past few months, and I'm starting to really see us as a long-term couple. Unfortunately, she still has connections with some of the screw-ups from the neighborhood she grew up in. When she mentioned them I knew that it was probably not something I want in my house. Even though it's hard to tell this beautiful angel 'no', especially when she wears that thin, silk tank top that lets those magnificent nipples show through, I still have to keep a level head when she starts to bring that crap back into the conversation. "Honey, you know I don't want you spending any more time with those losers. Every time you get around them, you turn into some bitchy, mean person," I attempt to state sternly but it just comes out sounding like a whine. "Oh, C'mon! They're not that bad. You're just jealous that they have more fun than you," her nose pinches and she makes a silly face. "Besides, I think they may have outdone themselves this time. Wanna know why?" Her face lights up in such a cute way. She looks like she just delivered the punch line to a joke that she thinks is the funniest in the world. I scoff at the insinuation that she would think that I care about their, probably illegal, monkey business. "Seriously, I don't want to know, and I'm not playing around when I say that I don't want you to hang out with them anymore," I again try to be stern. Her face has that odd quality of looking like a weird doll in the sense that her eyes are really big and her nose and mouth are small. That, along with a small chin and long and black hair in a bob make her absolutely adorable and very hard to be stern at. My eyes glance downward to see a little, strawberry-looking nipple on her perky boob is peeking out from underneath the neckline of her blouse. "They brought me some 'dip'," she said bringing the conversation to a halt. We look into each other eyes as she pleads with me to be more open to her experiments. 'Dip', or Serendipity, is a drug-type thing that was created a few years ago. The government tried to stop it by making it illegal, but instead someone decided to just tax the stuff instead. It's bad news. The user, I've heard, goes through this amazing high, but changes when he returns. The reports state that it brings out an inner whatever, but I know it permanently scars the user by changing something about him. There's ads on the subways and trains showing the affects as a deterrent. It didn't work to dissuade people from using it. Instead, it made it more popular. Still, you can tell the users by their misshapen bodies. It's like they don't care as they parade around public showing off what the drug has given them. Our society hasn't been the same since. "What the hell, Cammie!" I bark while standing up. "Relax, Leo. It's just a little bit. You said just the other day that you wondered what it was like. Now we have a chance to experience it...together. Look, I really want to try it, and I want you to be there with me," her melodic voice has such a calming effect on me. She's right that I've always wondered about it, but I never really thought that she would go out and actually find some. "Cammie, we can enjoy ourselves without that stuff," I console while letting my hand rest on her belly. It's not completely firm, but it has the little pooch that I love on short girls. "Just this once, big boy. If you don't like it, then we can never do it again. Geez, I'm dying with curiosity here, Leo. Could you for once just grow a set and try something new with me?" her voice is a bit firmer, and she's right about being curious. "Just once?" I retreat. "If you like it, then we can do this again. Don't worry. If you grow a lobster claw, I'll still love you like I've always done... maybe with a side of butter, but I'll still love you," she pleads. Her joke just took all of the air from my sails, and if I don't ever want to regret having a chance to experience this I'll regret it for a while. I sit back down on the couch and lean back looking up at the ceiling defeated. "I guess if you're gonna do it, then I can't stop you beings that you already have the stuff. We can do this just this once, but only a little. I'm not saying that I like this, but if it'll make you feel better then I guess," I say trying to reconnect with this beautiful girl. Man, I'm such a pushover. "Okay, you go first," she announces bringing a medicine dropper over my mouth. "Just open up, and let it fall in." I have no idea how she has this control over me. Her giggles get louder as I see the drop getting bigger and bigger on the dropper. At one point, I thought that I'd have to hold it myself with her hands moving around so much. Finally, it falls onto my tongue with a greasy, wet plop. My whole mouth is infused with a sudden flavor of citrus. I cough at the intensity. Cammie's eyes are wide open taking in every little nuance to see if I'll do anything. "Alright, it's your turn," I remind her popping whatever bubble she was in. Without taking any time to measure, she pulls the dropper from the bottle and shoots a stream into her mouth followed by a fit of coughing. "Holy crap, Cammie! You said that you'd only to a little." Her coughing fit eventually goes away, and she looks up with red, glossy eyes. "I know, I didn't mean to," she chokes. Caring for her well-being, I wrap my arms around her and pulling her head to my chest. "So, do you feel anything?" "No, not really. I'm just a little pissed that you shot so much," I reply. A warm, fluffy feeling is beginning to flow down my arms and legs. It's not much, but I'm sure it's the drug kicking in. "Yea, maybe your riiiight..." she ends the sentence with a long, whispy groan. "Am I growing spider legs, yet?" she slurs followed by giggling. "That's not funny," I scold really beginning to feel the warmth coat my extremities. The feeling is similar to having a good buzz from a beer and that one time I had to take a pain shot in the ER when I broke my leg a while back. I lean back completely letting my body almost go limp. "Oh, this feels so good," she mewls. Her body is shivering a bit, so I try to hold her more tightly. The rush of warmth fills in my brain soothing it of any worries about the drug. "What if I DO become a spider?" her voice has taken a more serious, sinister tone that I haven't heard before. "I'd snatch you up and spin you in my web. Then, then I'd fuck you until I drain all of your juices (giggle)." "Cammie, chill out," I reply at her forwardness. It's a bit disconcerting to have my girlfriend act so weirdly. Her shivers stop, but now she's moaning. A small flutter on my leg brings my attention from the ceiling to her as I can hear a wet slurping. I don't bother looking down as my head is completely filled with cotton. "Hehe! I'm totally wet. Look!" she giggles bringing her hand up to my face. Her fingers separate leaving strings of gel between them radiating a kaleidoscope of color along each thread. The drug must be hallucinogenic as I'm seeing the colors on the wall melt into the sexual fluids on her hand. The entire room's colors are slowly dripping down the walls leaving an odd black and white, stale wall in their absence leaving the only colors psychedelically pulsing and dancing on her hand. "Oh, fuck, I need a man in me. What I wouldn't do for a good cock right now. Grr, I'm gonna make you my bitch tonight," her darker voice moans as the hand returns between her legs and she glares at me with her four red eyes angrily. The voice and its demands echo around in my head, "I need something...a good cock...need...cock...I need cock...I need a man" My mind swirls as I try to acknowledge that my girlfriend is changing. Her words swirl in my brain rewriting my own desires for hers. "I need cock," I whisper glancing around the room. As my gaze stumbles across the room tripping over my euphoria peculiar objects begin to take on color. The tops of the bar chairs backs, the paper towel holder, and the remote are all gaining an exciting iridescent color attracting my eyes to their beauty. In each, I begin to see the possibilities of using it as a sexual toy. "A good cock..." I moan watching as the objects begin to morph into my phallic desires. Like a light show, every possible phallic-shaped object in the room glows brightly and slowly begins to pulse. "That's right, there's nothing better than a good cock," Cammie grunts with a huskier voice. Her weight, which seems so much more substantial, shifts, and I can hear the sound of clothes being removed. I continue to ride the high enjoying the warmth and euphoria until I feel my pants being pulled down. Not wanting to disrupt whatever's going on, I lift my butt off of the sofa to allow them to come off. Two hands work their way up my thighs kneading and groping any amount of flesh they can grab. "It looks like I have my first victim," she says above my face. Inside her mouth, I can barely see that two of her teeth are longer than they used to be. My shirt joins the pants, and I can feel the familiar sensations of being nude. "I can't wait to get you in my web," her voice screeches with a hint of clicks. A hand grabs my wrist, then another grabs my waist. Oddly, another grabs my other wrist holding me down tightly as a large mass settles around me jostling us on the couch. My eyes gain focus on the flowing colors smeared across her greyed out mouth. Above me, the gloss of the black skin reflect the pulsing lights from all of the cocks in the room. Her sixth arm is holding onto the space between her legs. My eyes bulge at the sight of the beast that has overpowered me. Her face grimaces for a second then suddenly relaxes as her hand pulls a large rainbow-colored appendage out from underneath her. The swirling colors immediately communicate what she's doing, and I moan in expectation. Is that what I think it is? The spider above me begins to bob up and down stroking the appendage spilling more rainbow-colored goo onto my belly. Only, this goo is maintaining its attachment to her abdomen connecting us by what looks like thick webs. No, I don't really care about any of that. Neither the nightmare my girlfriend has become nor the odd coloration of my world is important. No, I need more than that thick, phallus that she's holding. I need to see what he's hiding behind that hand that is clutched so tightly to her groin. Splatters of rainbow are now smeared across her face and is dripping from his last hand between us. "Cock," I plead reaching down to play with the technicolor puddles that are now covering up on my belly. I'm her prey. My body is at her mercy wrapped up in the delightful webs, but I'm only concerned about her injecting me with that cock. "Yes," she groans letting the last hand let loose with the rainbow phallus extending from his pelvis and gripping the pillow beside my head. Between us, her thick, bulging manhood stands straight dripping with the kaleidoscopic juices. I squeal at the sight. "Now that I have you where I want you, I'm gonna have to take you," her voice sears her warning in my brain sending my insides quivering. "Yes, please," I beg under my breath and try to spread my legs hoping for her glorious cock to fill me. Instead, she rolls over to my side sending me up and on top with her arms tightly locked onto me. Now, I'm looking down at her on my knees as her six-armed, glossy, black body reclines back into the couch. Just inches from my face is the cock that I so desire dripping in rainbow sexual fluids primed for me to finish her off. "Now hurry up and kiss me there, I'm so hot," her suddenly soft female voice, the one that I've gotten used to in the months we have been dating, begs. In front of me lays my very nude and sweaty girlfriend lewdly splaying her legs exposing her inner-most lips. Where did it go? Where's that glorious cock that I wanted to worship? "Oh, Leo, I'm so horny, hurry!" The room bursts into color as the world seems to resettle back to normal leaving me empty and bewildered at the loss of my prize. I was so close. Her hand rubs across her glistening wet folds furiously trying to rub her climax filling the room with her mewls and wet squelching. And like that, I completely lose interest in what's happening. It's like a light switch has turned off any desire to join her. Dejected and sober I lean back removing myself from her reach. Maybe it was the intense trip or maybe I'm upset at her deep down, but I don't want to continue this. "Please," she pleads hoarsely, "Please fuck me." Her eyes are clamped shut, and her body is twitching and contorting flailing in its effort to reach orgasm. While I can appreciate the euphoria that she's probably feeling, it's obvious that she's high as a kite lost in a drug-induced dream from that stupid stuff she got from her thuggy friends. In a way, it's sad. Cammie is still beautiful, and I so love spending time with her, but I'm not feeling any desire to join her with this. Silently, I stand up and walk to the bathroom to start a shower. If she wants to fuck herself silly, then I won't get in her way, but I'm not going to get involved. As far as I'm concerned with this drug, we're done. "Leeeeeooooo?" her voice slurs my name as if she's not paying attention to what she's saying. "What's taking so long, lover? Come and take me. I need to get fucked right now." By the end of the demand her voice grows harsh and demanding. Her naked body crashes though the bathroom doors and clings to me nearly knocking us over. "Fuck me, damn it!" she screams. Her eyes are dilated and wander in all directions. We struggle for a moment until I gain enough leverage to toss her into the still-cold shower. Cammie screeches and flails in the cold water for only a moment. Then, as if she's suddenly awakened, her body relaxes and she stares around in confusion. "Sweetie?" I ask checking both for her welfare but also to gauge whether it's safe to approach. "Leo, what happened?" my girlfriend stutters as she begins to panic. "Calm down, love. It's okay. You're just coming down from those drugs. There, there," I comfort stepping into the still warming spray and cradling her. We lie there in the shower for what seems like hours scared and confused at the stupid decision to try such a harmful drug. We both fall into my bed and pass out from the chaos without saying anything more. Chapter 2 We didn't speak to each other in the morning. It's not the first time she's spent the night, but it's definitely the most awkward that I can remember. We both skirted chances to talk, and by the time I was ready she was out the door to work. I sat at my table with a coffee and the newspaper trying to unpack the memories of the trip, but all that I could grasp were the intense emotions. I felt so excited and full of anticipation only to be squelched by a tremendous sense of emptiness and disappointment. Unfortunately, I also needed to head to work, so I quickly finished the coffee and left. Five years of undergraduate and a Master's degree was too much of a price to pay for sitting in this stupid cubicle managing other people's business accounts. Geez, it's work better suited for trained monkeys. It doesn't help that I share my office space with some gay club kid who acts like he's a generation younger. We're the same age, but why do I feel like a grandpa when he speaks? At ten 'til nine he shuffles in and slumps into his padded office chair with a dramatic flair. Toby has a habit of creating drama from nothing, and most of the time it's tolerable. However, on occasion I'll have to tell him to chill out before he gets fired. Once again he's late, which is normal, but somehow escapes the fierce judgement from the floor manager. I can't pin it, but I believe that he's the token gay guy so he is able to get away with anything around here. What are they gonna do, fire the only gay guy? Fat change that'll ever happen with the threat of lawsuit always present. Toby looks like hell. His clothes are still wrinkled and his hair is tussled around like he just got out of bed. To be honest, I kinda like that hairstyle on him. It makes him look attractive...you know, for a guy. Wow, that's such a weird thought. Why would I think of him like that? "This weekend was such a blur," he says slightly slurring his speech or is he just pronouncing his lisp. "Sammie and I went to the Meat Market last Friday night, and we didn't leave until this morning. It was A- Maze-Ing," his voice rises to almost alto in his hangovered voice. He does this just about every Monday. Toby shows up late, continues to give the play-by-play of his weird sexscapades, and doesn't stop until I bark at him to cut it out. Well, Toby begins his tale of the stupid club, so I quickly return to work. I, for one, had more important things to do. Unlike my coworker, my clients are happy and treated well. By force I've tuned him out to focus on these growth charts that are due Wednesday. With each data point I input the green and blue lines grow upward. Hmm, kinda like an aroused penis. No! No, let's not go there. Hanging out with this guy is starting to affect my mind. Damn it. I can't see those lines without thinking about dicks, now. Focus, Leo. These data points need to be done quickly so I can move onto the Epperson account. I wonder what one tastes like. Would it be salty or would it taste like dirty underwear? I wonder how big mine is compared to other guys. Watch fey little club boy to have a monster cock that's bigger than everyone here. I chuckle to myself from the mental image. It's silly right? Right? Then how come I really do want to see it? Am I correct to think that? Damn, now I'm curious. "...and you should have seen his schlong. It was huge! I could barely get my two hands around it..." his descriptions pull at my attention begging me to stop and listen. They've never been that interesting before, annoying really, but now it's all I can do not to turn around and beg for more. Alright, this crap has to stop. There's no way I'm gonna get anything done today if he continues. The curiosity is gonna make me pop. "What did it taste like?" I blurted out suddenly realizing that I just said that out loud. Mortified, my heart skips a beat and I sit straight hoping that he didn't hear. Maybe I can pass it off as sarcasm if he did. "Taste? I haven't even gotten to that part, yet. Say, you're kinda eager aren't cha?" he comments sweetly, and puts his hand on my shoulder. His touch seems to stay far longer after he removes it and continues. I breathe a sigh of relief and vow to never devote so much as a thought towards that again. Luckily, his story ended just in time for me to move onto the new project. Unfortunately, my mind continues to return to dicks at the most unfortunate times. I almost slipped while at lunch staring at the waiter's bulge. To add to my misery, my own little fella seems to be excited about the idea of another to play with and tingles every time my eyes glance down to another man's groin. Sheesh, I gotta shake this out of my head. Maybe if I just indulge my curiosity, then it'll go away. Yea, if I see that I'm getting worked up over something so stupid, and gay, then I will be able to concentrate on my work for the rest of the day. "Hey, I gotta go take care of some business," Toby mentions as he stands up. It's odd that he would blurt out such a thing. It's almost as if he wants me to know where he's going. Well, here's my chance. If I'm gonna end this nonsense, then I just gotta man up and do it. After taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I stand up and follow him to the restroom. Thankfully, no one else is in the restroom so I can do this and leave with no one the wiser. Our footsteps echo from the fine tiled walls and floor and I can smell the familiar scent of the automatic diffuser. Say what you want about the cheap cubicles, the company spent some money and effort on these restrooms. He's just starting to unbuckle his belt as I arrive. There's not a lot of urinals, so it shouldn't be too hard to imagine using the one next to a person without suspicion. "What's this? A restroom buddy?" he chuckles. "What can I say, you reminded me that I need to take care of business, too," I reply hoping that I have enough to make it look like I came in here on purpose and not to scope out schlongs. Usually, guy code dictates that everyone must keep his eyes forward and never, never look below the urinal handle. If this is to work, I'll need to be very sly. How in the world have I put myself in this position? Just last night I stopped before fucking my hot girlfriend, and now I'm cruising the restroom for a sneak-peek. It's times like this that you wonder about the steps that led you here. In the corner of my eye his rounded head pops into view. Gaining courage, I continue to follow it until I can see the edge of his hand. Oh, my god. I was right. He's huge. His hand only covers half of it with another five inches beyond that. "I thought so," he says shaking me from my amazement. I look up to see his large grin and pause realizing that I've been caught. My chest aches as my heart stops beating for a second. No, no! This cannot happen. I didn't mean for this to get this far. Oh, crap I'm going to be a pariah here and everyone will know that I like to look at dudes. "No, no, it's not what it looks like. I wasn't looking..." I stammer trying to save some face. "C'mere you," he barks pushing me back towards the back stall. My pants are still open and my hand is holding them around my waist as I struggle to walk backwards and maintain some dignity. However, at this point there's not much there as Toby guides me into the last stall, closes the door, and embraces me with a strong, forceful kiss. I stand there in shock not moving or participating. This has gone too far. I've got to stop this...this gay stuff and leave. Maybe I won't ever come back. There's no way that I can recover any semblance of respect after this. Right? Our pants fall to the floor in a clang and jingle from the belts. I struggle a little, but Toby places his hands on either side of my head. I can't do this. I can't... But... I don't want to stop. Something thick and soft bumps into my groin and presses in a little making sure that I'm aware of its presence. "Touch it," he whispers and continues to kiss breathing heavily into me. My hands, once pushing back on his chest are now sliding down to our waists leaving the safety of the fabric of his shirt and onto the dangerous surface of his skin. There, just at my fingertips, is the last bridge to cross before I can say that I'm not participating - so I can say that I'm not gay. All at once, the euphoria and exhilaration from last night's drug trip returns as I am finally able to caress the cock that I've longed for ever since. Have I? My fingers sense the curve leading to the shaft and I can tell that he's pleasantly shaved. My desire peaks giving way to the dream from last night to become my reality. My eyes roll back and I give in to his ministrations... and return the kiss. My shaking hands slide down to grip the iron shaft of his cock to pull and explore committing every inch into my memory. This is real. I'm really doing this. I have my hands on this man's cock and it's better than I thought. My own shaft is suddenly gripped heating and compressing it in his hand. My body relaxes and allows itself to become aroused. I glance down still feeling the high of what we're doing and pull his penis next to mine as our manhoods press into each other. Both of my hands wrap around our collective girths with a gasp, and I gaze into his eyes sharing my most intimate fears and desires. We're connected. We're connected in a way that my girlfriend can't share. I think I just fell in... The outside door opens. I look at him with fearful eyes and whimper a little knowing that we've been caught. At that moment, I realize that Toby is my hero. He silently backs away and climbs up onto the toilet lid and pulls me over to him. From the outside, it should look like I'm just by myself as the only gap in the stall walls are on the floor level. My pulse is loud enough for sure he can hear us, but we maintain our silence. Toby is perched precariously on the thin toilet seat where, serendipitously, his manhood is perfectly aligned to my face. Should I? I'm so curious about how it'll taste. I gotta know. My hands reach up to grip the rod. The surface indents between my fingers until I feel the iron hard center. His breath above me is quivering. My fluttering lips touch the purple, round head and part and like that I now have a man in me. Euphoria once again flushes my mind as I give in to my desires and earnestly worship his cock not caring that we're not alone. I have to have it, own it, please it. This is what I've been waiting for. The water faucet turns on along with the toilet flushing, but I can only hear it in the background. I press farther along the shaft taking as much as I can and stroke the length with both hands. I grunt and moan begging for his release. Deep down I know what comes at the end of what I'm doing, and it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I'd take it as a gift or offering. Damn it, I've earned it by putting myself on the line here. Give it to me. My own arousal is beginning to peak, also, without any stimulation on my part giving me a head rush and tingly fingers and toes. His hips shudder violently, and the flesh inside my mouth pulses. Warm jets spray the insides of my mouth and throat sending me back gagging and coughing spitting the white cream across the floor. My own climax shakes my torso offering its own semen to the puddle. I fall onto the stall door nearly breaking it open. "Fuck, that was intense. Why didn't you tell me, Leo?" Toby demands as his feet return to the ground trying not to step in our mess. "(cough) I'm not sure what you're saying," I stall knowing what he means but unwilling to speak it into existence. "Don't play coy with me. Why didn't you tell me you were gay?" he asks loud enough that I can hear a ring of an echo. "I don't think I am. I just needed to see your cock," I admit pulling myself together. "You could've fooled me," he replies using a finger to grab a creamy dollop from my cheek. Everything from last night and today seems to just explode out of me as I cry out. "I don't know. My girlfriend made me take 'dip' last night, and all I have been able to think about is cocks. I've never been gay in my life, but for the life of me I think I'm falling in love with you," my voice almost goes hoarse. As I do, my eyes fixate on the thick shaft hanging down between his thighs and admire its beauty. "Wow, you're a wild one," his voice is dripping with sarcasm. "You know that stuff will change you, right? It'll make you into another person...or thing," he pleads. "Yea, I'm seeing that," I say thinking about the events that have led us to this encounter. "It's not all bad, though. I dipped a couple of times a while back. How do you think I got his cock? This was a prize for my second dip, but I never took too much. That's where it'll hurt you. You know that the 'dip' has specific instructions as to what to change, right?" he explains. Gathering myself and rebuttoning my pants I ask, "Have you changed anywhere else?" Toby walks out of his pants, now bottomless, and approaches me. Without saying anything, he grabs my hand and guides it between his legs and underneath his scrotum. With my hand completely underneath his body he pushes my fingers up into a warm, wet orifice. It's different than I thought a man's anus would feel like. It's looser and slimy and it has... lips. I look up at him shocked as I realize that I'm touching a vagina. "I got that at the Meat Market this weekend," his voice haughty with pride like he just showed me his prized tattoo. "Now, can you stop fingering me and let's return to our desks before anyone starts asking questions. You first." Getting the hint, I peek out to be safe, exit the stall, and wash my hands of the semen and slimy arousal from his other place. Funny, it smells just like a girl's pussy. We return to our cubicle to finish out our day. Our conversations seem more fluid and easy now, and we share a few knowing looks while we work. It's so strange now that I've been intimate with him. It feels so new and exciting, but I worry about my girlfriend. Am I willing to break up with her to pursue this relationship? I gotta find some space tonight to try to work things out. Oh, I hope she doesn't come over. We still have an hour or so left before we leave, and Toby turns around in his chair to whisper into my ear holding a pink pill in his hand. "Take this now if you really want us to continue what we started. It'll make tonight all that more fun... lover." The pill slides across my desk and hits the mousepad spinning to a stop. The capsule looks just like every other pain reliever. It's another step down the slide that is my use of mind and body altering drugs. Are my friends making me an addict? Do I really want to continue seeing another man? Lost in a daze my eyes focus on the pill and all of the consequences seem so small. Without another thought, I pick it up and swallow shocked that I would do such a thing. What have I done? "Good, now you'll be ready for me later tonight," he chuckles and turns around to return to work. "Meet me at the garage elevator at 6. Don't be late." Chapter 3 The last hour or so has been the most fretful and anxious I've been in some time. This adventure that I've found myself on has taken me to so many places that I'd never thought I'd go, and now that I have the chance to step off and take a breather do I really want to? It's exciting to feel like a passenger, but I don't trust where it will ultimately lead. I mean, twenty four hours ago I was completely straight looking forward to being with my girlfriend. Now, I'm as giddy as a school girl waiting for the cock... I mean, clock to turn so I can meet up with my new boyfriend to, you know, do stuff. Maybe the school girl analogy is too close. Surely I'm the boyfriend. Toby is the effeminate one. I'm the guy's guy. Muscle cars, beer, and porn, yea! Then, how come I want to hold his penis so badly? Isn't that the girl's job? My mind is obsessed to touch it again, to play with it, to suck it. Geez, I have cock on the brain. That's what girls do, not the guys. Crap, maybe I AM the girl. All of this thinking about sex has kept me rock hard and distracted from work. My ass is falling asleep and won't stop buzzing, or maybe it's just my hemorrhoids are flaring up again. Either way, it's very uncomfortable. I'm a genuine mess and am completely worthless at the moment. It shouldn't take long to finish this account. Get it together, Leo. Alright, I just need to print this document, then I can organize it into the folder - done. Just like that I'm done and out of here. But then I have to make a choice. Do I keep going and meet Toby, or do I escape home and hope it all blows over? There's not a lot of people still around, being almost six o'clock, but I still take a little precaution as I stand to adjust my still hard member. The walk down the hallway feels awkward. My bottom is slick and warm like I'm leaking. Great, that's nice. I'm about to make a life-changing decision with my sexuality and I'm leaking out of my ass. Well, let's just stop this amazing adventure in the worst way ever. Geez, I really am wet down there. I just need to stop by my cubicle to file the account then make a quick visit to the restroom to avoid any embarrassing happenings with what feels like a good thing. You know? I haven't felt this excited to see someone in a long time. Oh, shit! What about my friends and family? Is this something I want them to find out about? I'd be shunned from family get-togethers from now on. They'll whisper and tell their children not to talk to the "queer". No, I can't do that. I can't live like that. I have to find an escape or hope he wasn't serious about meeting me. For the second time today, the restroom serves as my sanctuary under weird circumstances. Pulling my pants down, I rip off some toilet paper and expect the worse. Odd, my underwear isn't brown. There's a couple of spots of wetness on my underwear between my legs, but for the most part it's dry. I wipe and am assaulted by a sudden rush of pleasure and arousal as if my asshole is an erogenous zone. Add to the rush it feels different down there. It feels looser, less tight, and very slick. There's more give around the area, and if feels more fleshy. My mind immediately goes back to us making out in here and I wonder what it would feel like for him to do more to... no, with me. What would it feel like with us going further? Would I let him? I bring my hand up to inspect the clear, but wet toilet paper and see that it's only two minutes until six. This mystery is gonna have to stay one for the meantime. I got a hot date to get to. The paper falls and the toilet flushes, but I'm out the door eager now that I've made my decision. The elevator dings, and like in a romantic movie, Toby is standing just outside with an expectant grin. My heart skips and my hands begin to shake. I take a second to calm myself from the sudden surge of desire and excitement. There's still a chance to turn away and walk to my car. It's not too late to stop this train. I don't have to be...gay. I take a slow unsteady step, then another. By the time I exit the elevator I find myself running, running to meet my new boyfriend - my new lover. I've given in unable to hold back my emotions any longer fallen in love with this man. We meet in an intimate embrace without any care that we're seen. Let them see, for all I care. Let them see us embrace and kiss. I've made my decision, and there's nothing that is going to come between this man and me. "Are you ready?" he whispers to me between kisses. "Take me home," I reply while bringing my hand to his crotch proud that it's mine for the night. Every inch of me wants to worship this beast. My hand continues to shake with intensity, and my bottom feels soaked. I'm ready to do this. "I'll drive, lover," his voice, while kind of feminine, reverberates within my body, and I realize how it affects my body. My penis feels like steel, and my heart is fluttering into palpitations. Hell, he can take me here in the parking garage if he wants. Being incredibly aroused is no different than being drunk. Your brain is assaulted by so many hormones and desires, and it can't stay focused on any task for longer than a moment. It's funny how he's being in my mind all day makes me want him elsewhere. The trip to his car and out of the garage feels surreal. Without being asked, I reach over and rub his crotch before I collapse back tingly and absolutely wet between my bottom cheeks. "How are you holding up?" he asks smiling my way. How come I've never noticed how attractive he is until now? "I don't know. Nervous, maybe. I've never done anything like this before, you know, with a guy. I'm not sure I understand everything that's going on," I admit. My hands shake as the car pulls out into the bright daylight and I can see what I've gotten myself in without the need for artificial light. "About what happened in the restroom..." I offer to try to open our lines of communication now that we're alone. "Don't say anymore. You were magical, and I don't want to ruin it by messing it up with words," he interrupts. I stop and face forward relaxing in the comfy, leather seats. "Am I the first guy you've been with?" I nod my head. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes." "Do you want to do it again?" ... "Yes," I nod. "I need you to do something. Close your eyes and imagine what you think tonight's going to be like. Go on!" he pushes while paying attention to the city traffic ebb and flow around us. I do blocking out the motions of the car and the sounds of the commotion outside. Pictures of us together flash across my mind's eye. My hand stroking his cock to hardness. Close intimate kisses and our hands exploring each other's bodies. Looking up from my knees with my hand grasping his hard, rigid pole as I allow it to enter my mouth. My legs wrapped around his hips feeling the pressure of him entering me. Our frantic fucking. The fullness of his presence inside of me. His shaft rubbing across my cheeks as he pumps into me. Toby's sudden tensing up as he releases inside of me. "What do you see?" "We're... making love," I reply lost in the image. "Good. Do you have your legs spread?" "Yes," I groan sliding my hips forward instinctively. "Are you taking my cock inside of you?" "Y-yes," I answer spreading my legs as far as the foot well with allow. "How are you feeling about it?" "I want more," I beg. Strangely my hands don't stop moving down to scratch this itch at my crotch. No, there's something more important to feel. They continue farther down to the juncture between my legs and press into the wetness that's been growing since the elevator. "Why are you touching yourself there?" "I think I made a mess," I admit. Even though I'm wet, I still want to feel something there. Toby chuckles, and I wonder if he thinks this is funny. "Now, think about making love to your girlfriend," he says ripping me out of the fantasy like a bucket of cold water. All at once my libido crashes and I wake up. "What the hell?" I say angry that he would ruin such an intimate moment. "Picture her with her legs spread on your bed. Does that do anything for you?" his voice is a little harsh. That's when it hits me. She's not what I want anymore. No, she's not doing anything for me, sexually as I've lost all desire to be see her in that position. I turn to face my lover through the blurriness of my red, glossy eyes and ask shakily, "What is happening to me?" He seems to know more about what's happening, so he must tell me. Toby stops the car at a red light. His question to me has shaken my sexuality to its core. "You said that you tried 'dip' last night with your girlfriend, right? That hit that you took must have changed your sexual preferences, because I'd never dream that you'd do that to me in the restroom. Did she take the same one as you?" I nod my head affirmative. "Then, you both got the same dose. Leo," he pauses, "You like boys now." "I...I don't understand. Everything was so right. How did this happen?" I stammer. "The 'dip' you took made you this way. It's designed for a specific change. She was probably horny out of her mind for the rest of the night. Were you able to finish with her?" he explains. "No. I left," I answer plainly. "I bet she was very horny, huh? Was this her idea?" he asks. "Yes, I didn't want to at first, but she convinced me." "Well then, she converted you to the same team by accident," he grins. I look at him confusedly, "and the pill I gave you made you a first string catcher. You're probably feeling it now." The rest of the trip to my place was silent as my mind tried to assimilate what he was saying. I thought that we beat any changes the drug would have caused. Surely a stupid drop of something can't make me gay. Maybe it's all in my head, but the more I try to picture Cammie in a sexy pose the less I'm interested. On a whim, I look down at Toby's crotch. My body immediately responds confirming that maybe he's right. I indeed enjoyed being with him in the restroom, and I don't regret doing the things I did. If I have already changed, then what did the pill do? My driveway is only partially visible from the street, so I ask Toby to fit his car into the blind spot. He turns the car off, and I notice that the headlights were on. As they turn off, we're cloaked in darkness as our trip was long enough for the sun to set. "Toby, what did that pill do to me?" I ask wondering how far I've gone. "Let me show you," he whispers in my ear and reaches over to my crotch. I allow him free reign as he pulls the button and zipper open. His hand rubs my penis a little, but then moves it out of the way sliding deeper into my pants until he reaches the flooded area between my legs. I grab his arm and stiffen my legs embarrassed that he may learn of my problem, but he continues to move until I can feel his slick, warm finger brush across my anus. "You're wet," he says and I grasp his arm tighter embarrassed that he's discovered my secret. It slides freely back and forth like it's lubed and my body strangely pushes a little in an effort for more stimulation. I groan loudly. "I can feel them. Don't you?" "F-f-feel what?" I stutter unable to form words in the midst of his stimulation. "Your lips," he whispers. "My wha..." I begin to say as a finger easily slides into me filling my bottom with a sudden bubble of pressure and... pleasure. I yelp and stiffen up in the seat kicking my legs out and pressing my hands on anything solid. Another finger joins it and pulls out. Together they push in again opening me up causing me to pant. My vision blurs. By the third time his fingers are creating a rhythm entering my body. My arms and legs relax and open up allowing him more access. I close my eyes and drift off into a memory of when Jenni let me finger her in the car back in high school. However, I'm now Jenni letting my boyfriend finger me. What a weird turn of events. "Let's go inside," he says pulling his hand from me and opening the door letting a gust of cold air sober me up. My legs are still open and shaking from the intense experience. Frustrated, I try to re-button my pants unsuccessfully and give up. We're only walking a few feet to the door, and I'm just going to lose the pants anyway. The windows have fogged up. The car chirps as we both walk to the door, and I open the door. My hands only holding my pants up until I enter the house where I quickly let go and walk out of them. Toby pushes me along until I walk into the bedroom. My house feels so dark and quiet. I can hear my own heartbeat and the flow of blood within my ears. "Take off your clothes," he commands in a quiet yet firm tone. I hastily pull off my clothes and turn around completely nude. His shirt is off, and for the first time I can see his tattoos. My nerves are shot from the anxiety coming over, so the act of disrobing in front of another guy doesn't phase me as much as I would think it would. He grabs me by the head and pulls me back to the bed. My hands reach down to pull his pants down where they fall off exposing his thin, black bikini underwear filled with my prize. His face is only an inch away from mine as we tumble onto the soft mattress with a squeak. "Imagine what it'd feel like to make love to another man. Did you imagine it on your back? You're the one being fucked. Did you feel me inside of you? Is this what you want?" He's right. Just like my drug dream, I lean back and spread my legs holding his thick cock in my hands. His breath steams up our close proximity. My hands feel the pulses of arousal from his manhood as they grip and stroke the hardened phallus. My own rigid cock lies back untouched and forgotten. I align his head to the space below my manhood and feel the texture of it slide slickly up and down eliciting a deep groan from within. His hands replace mine giving me the freedom to explore where the wetness is coming from. They encounter a slimy mucus spreading between my cheeks from a looser, softer hole than I remember having. Sensitive, fleshy folds unfurl as my legs open creating a trap to guide my lover in. They are noticeable enough for me to be able to grip them between my fingers. "I see that you've discovered the pill's gift," he whispers wryly. "Now, I'm about to do something that I've wanted to do to you for a long time," he boasts as I feel the spongy head press against my opening. My eyes roll back and I relax giving in to his insistence feeling the pressure build until I feel my body accept him. Inch by inch, he slides in without any friction. My midsection balloons filled with the prize I've been denied since taking that damned drug. In an instant what was his flesh is now a part of me. I groan loudly from the sensation. Toby pulls out until just the head is inside, then thrusts in again forcing an animalistic grunt from me. He does it again with a clap from his hips and my ass. My body acclimates itself quickly, and I'm soon wailing in lust as he bumps into me in a staccato beat. My legs wrap around taking him deeply claiming him as mine. I know it sounds clich?, but if I knew that being fucked felt like this I would have gotten a boyfriend as soon as I could date. Maybe it's the dip talking, but I haven't felt this happy and free in... well, forever. I love how my body is just a sleeve around his cock accepting his thrusts gleefully. It's pliable and giving caressing and forming to his shape. He doesn't take too long before his body tenses up. I know what's coming, and I see it as a benchmark of how far I've gone (or come). It may have been possible to claim experimentation with what happened in the restroom today. However, I won't be able to deny what he's about to do in me and what it will paint me as. I'm about to be claimed by a man, and I did it willingly. Toby's sudden stiffness precedes a warm sputtering within my body followed by an absolute glassy slickness inside. I hold him tightly and accept his welcoming gift for joining him as his lover. Our bodies twitch as we hold each other tightly. I've never allowed a person to come this close, to be a part of me like this. As we huff in the humid air it becomes obvious that I will never experience this with my ex-girlfriend or any other girl, nor do I ever want to return to the way things were. We lie on the bed sweaty and out of breath staring up at the ceiling after he rolls off to my side. My body didn't want to let go, and I already miss the feeling of being so full. "What happened to me, Toby? What was in that pill?" I ask between pants. "I swiped a few of these over the weekend at the Meat Market. I think they act like Serendipity but without the high," he explains. "Why does my butt feel so strange? I'm so wet now," I admit. "The pill you took, we took, changes the appearance of the anus to that of a woman's vagina. It's only superficial, so I was told, and only affects the outer parts, but it makes what we did so much better. Trust me when I tell you that butt sex hurts. You're lucky. You just experienced what a girl feels like when she gives it up," his voice is neither comforting nor condescending. Maybe he isn't good with empathy, but this is a lot to accept in such a short time. A quick spasm from my new...part is followed by a warm glob of something sliding down the crack of my butt an into the mattress below. I reach down to verify his story, and find that it feels just like when I touch a girl's parts. Only now I can experience it from both sides. "Can I...um, get pregnant," I ask anxious that maybe I've made a bad decision. "I don't think so. If you can, then I'm in big trouble," his joke isn't very funny, but maybe he wasn't joking. As the night progressed, we made love over and over again. At one point we were watching television resting from the marathon, and I caught sight of his penis lying across his lap. It looked so tempting to play with it. His member is was so beautiful and peaceful. We were both exhausted, but I couldn't get enough. As the morning came, I once again fell victim to my impatience to worship his cock and began to use my mouth to bring it to attention. Once it was hard enough, I climbed atop his waist and lowered myself onto his pole relishing in the fullness and high that comes from being penetrated. It was glorious being filled first thing in the morning. I chuckled a little thinking that this may be the earliest he's ever been up. He slowly awakes to me learning to work my muscles to pull at him and opening up to press him deeper. It is the perfect way to cap off a magical night of pure, lustful sex and our burgeoning love affair. Chapter 4 "What the fuck, Leo!" my girlfriend's voice screeches through us. She's standing at the door red-faced and shaking in anger. I begin to turn to face her but forget that I'm connected pretty intimately with the boy below me. A wooden box from the entry way pedestal flies by my head by a misjudged throw of anger followed by the slamming of the front door. I sit, impaled and shocked. Did I really want her to find out? "Don't worry, lover. You weren't into her anymore anyway," Toby slurs sleepily. "Remember that she's the one who convinced you to 'dip'." The mood is lost. My heart is in tatters, and I'm still processing the repercussions of this. "I think it's time to go," I say dryly still processing the event. "Give me a few minutes to shower, and I'll be ready," he mumbles. Boy, he shrugged off my girlfriend's, or probably ex- girlfriend's tirade like water off of a duck's back. Has he been in this scenario before? We both did a good job of pretending that last night was a private affair, and didn't act any differently as we usually do. Only this time Toby was describing our sexual escapades in detail instead. He made me out to be some sex-crazed person. That can't be true. At least, I don't think it is. Although, my eye do seem to want to scan guy's crotches when they walk by. They just seem so much more attractive today than before. On a whim, I even scoped out some guy from accounting at the urinals. He was small, but I still would have led him into the stall if he asked. Oh, crap. It's not just Toby. I'm... attracted to boys in general. We opt not to share a ride as I need to talk with Cammie. As I enter my driveway I see her car. When we started getting serious I made the mistake of giving her my key. At the time it was genuine, but now it's regrettable. Entering the door, the smell of herbed chicken engulfs my senses letting me know that she's cooking dinner. But, why is she cooking dinner? She saw me fucking a guy this morning, and now she wants to treat me to a cooked dinner? I look around leery of anything amiss as I round the corner to see her in her apron in front of the stove. "Welcome home, honey," she calls out in a sing-song voice. "Um, Cammie? What's going on?" I ask suspiciously. "Sit down at the table. Dinner is almost done. Oh, can you be a dear and get the silverware. Thanks!" she continues. Perplexed, I wash my hands in the bathroom, grab the silverware and sit down in my seat. Bowls of green beans and corn are already presented in the middle, and my beer is already opened and still cold. The room smells intoxicating as she only does this every so often. I could really appreciate living with a person who likes to cook. I wonder if Toby does. In a moment, Cammie walks in holding two plates with the chicken and serves me before sitting herself. She seems much more proper than I'm used to, but it's not out of character. She's from a richer family, so her social skills are very acute. She's had thirty years to hone those skills for her future husband. "Cammy, this is wonderful, but we need to talk about what happened," I insist before she takes her first bite. Her hand stops just inches from her mouth and lowers back to the plate. Cammy slowly looks up with a mix between anger and vitriol, but suddenly, as if a wave washes it away she smiles and returns the fork to her mouth. "That drug we took has affected me, and we need to discuss it." "Your dinner is getting cold," she says with a saccharine laced smile, "let's just finish before we talk anymore, hm?" Her head tilts almost sarcastically. I can see that she's built up a wall, and there's no use in trying to break it down. Dejectedly, I begin eating my dinner. If at any time I need a beer, it's now. Its cold surface is a welcome friend in this unfriendly dining room and is emptied before even half of the chicken is eaten. We continue to eat dinner silently as my mind runs circles around itself trying to put matters in order. "So, you're gay now, is it?" her question shatters the silence. She looks at me from across the table expectantly. "Um, maybe... I don't know," I lie. "That drug you gave me made me do things I normally wouldn't do, and... I liked it. Tell me, did you feel anything new or weird yesterday?" "I went shopping," she answers enthusiastically. "I went shopping for who I thought was my boyfriend. Hm, not anymore. I was going to buy him a nice, sexy pair of boxers so I can stroke him while we watch tv." Her voice is dripping with sexuality and sarcasm mixed with a touch of malice. "So, I went to that sexy underwear store in the mall and bought you this," her hands reach under the table to pull out a skimpy, thin stringed, red thong panty. "I figured it's more your style now." Her comments are as sharp as razors. She knows where to hit me and where it hurts. "That's not how it happens. I don't want to wear panties," I explain logically. "That drug you gave us made me change, and if it changed me then it changed you, too. I think that drug affected our sexuality, and we need to talk about it like adults." "Hey cutie pie, how about you take those pants off and let's try these panties on. You can wear them while we finish eating if you want," Cammie's voice is scathing. "I don't want to wear any damn panties!" I yell and slam my fork on the table. "Stop being a bitch and let's talk." She immediately burst into laughter. "Bitch? I'm not the bitch darling. I'm not the one running around with a new boyfriend. Why don't you listen to me? Put these panties on, and you can make him hard all day while you share that office, or will that turn him off? I tell you what. Let me help you," she spits standing up and walking over to me. I've never seen her so forceful or aggressive. "Now take off those pants so you can try on my panties." My body doesn't fight her off. Instead, it stands and accepts her unbuttoning of my pants. Why can't I stop her? "Good girl, or boy...whatever. It looks like your body knows what it wants even if you haven't figured it out, yet." Without hesitation, my body stands up and removes both pants and underwear. I now stand at the dinner table bottomless with my cock completely flaccid. "Oh, well. It looks like you may not fit in these just yet. Here, I know what to do," she sings excitedly while grabbing a few ice cubes from a glass of water on the table and puts them in her mouth. Cammy starts to stay something, but it only comes out as gibberish. She realizes it and begins giggling. Her hand pushes me back into the chair and she lowers to her knees keeping the ice in her mouth. Grabbing my flaccid cock, her mouth descends on it shocking me with its frigid kiss. I jump in the chair, but she holds me down coaxing me to stay. The ice shocks my member as her hands begin to stroke me to get me hard. Unfortunately, the chill is counterproductive, and I'm not getting very hard. In fact, I feel like my penis is shriveling to escape the cold as it does when the temperature dips. She's mumbling something incomprehensible as he tries with all her might to stroke me. The chill has reached my core, and the muscles around my hips and abdomen begin to shiver. I can feel the hard ice swirl around my poor, shrunken cock as she pulls and sucks with her lips. Oddly, the sensation of her manipulations seem to be stronger, but the ice is starting to numb them. I spread my legs in frustration exposing my new orifice below her manipulations, but she doesn't seem interested. Inside, I beg her to put something in me to equal out this torture. "There, that looks like it should do it," she says enthusiastically now that the ice has melted. "I think you should be able to fit into your panties now." Her mouth lifts off my unfeeling penis to expose what is now an abbreviated nub to the air. "You can't have that ruining your panty line, now can you. Now, lift up so you can put these on." My body rises up uncontrollably while I morn my former cock. In its place is an interloper, a fraud. It's too small to be anything other than covered. It doesn't even reach the midpoint of my scrotum which is also shriveled into what looks like an apricot. Her hands lift the panties up to my waist where they fit snugly, and more importantly, flatly against me. "Oh, my god. We can share swimsuits now," she calls out excitedly. "But I don't want to wear a girl's swimsuit!" I bark suddenly realizing that Cammi is still on the other side of the table eating her dinner solemnly. She looks up annoyed at my outburst. She sighs and continues eating her dinner. She's hurt... . "Can we please not talk about that? It's hard enough walking in on you and your... Is he your boyfriend? How long have you been doing this behind my back?" her temper is nothing like the sarcastic edge she had previously. In fact, she was just here not a second ago. I've been drugged again. Chapter 5 "Wait a second, did you drug me again?" I accuse loudly incensed that she would do such a thing after all the events over the last two days. "Where is it?" She finishes eating her bite, "In your beer, you dork." "Don't you know what that stuff does? Why would you do such a thing?" I scream. "Yes, I do...now," she admits, "I figured that if you were gonna cheat on me, then at least I don't have to worry about anything more than oral. After all, who would spend any time with a boy with such a small dick." Cammie's face is turning red, and she places her fork onto the table. "Maybe it'll give you an opportunity to lean some oral skills, for once and learn how to please a girl." "What do you mean, 'now'?" My voice is on automatic 'loud'. She's never really felt my full temper directed at her, so I've always been hesitant to really lay into her in the past. However, this was too much. She's gone too far. She's drugged me without my permission, and now she's insulting my bedside manner. "Look, I didn't know what it would do that night, okay?" her voice almost breaks with emotion. "I asked my friends to find me something to turn me on. It was an innocent attempt at trying an aphrodisiac, and it blew up in my face. Is that what you want to hear?" It was, but now it's too late. The events over the last two days have completely turned my world upside down, and I don't think that she'd be able to fix it with just an apology. Yea, I know that a cheated on her with Toby, but it wouldn't have happened if she was honest and forthcoming in the beginning. She knows that those friends of hers are no good and totally untrustworthy, and now I'm scarred for the rest of my life. There's no telling what's going to happen to me now. "So, have you felt any changes?" I ask sincerely in a lowered voice. "Not really. It didn't make me a gay, at least," her barb stings again. "We took the same drug, Cammie. I'm feeling the same things that you are. Tell me with a straight face that you haven't been horny since you took the pill," my voice is starting to rise again. "Yea I have been, and I took care of it. Alone. With my toy, because you walked off. So, yea, I've been diddling myself a little, but I didn't go find the closest boy to fuck like you did," her voice also rises to a yell by the end of her accusation. "That damn 'dip' made me gay, alright! I get it, you're angry that I messed around, but it's your fault. Your drug made me a total cock slut around guys. I can't look a guy in the eyes anymore, because all I keep thinking about is how I'm gonna try to talk him out of his pants. You should know how I feel, because you took the same one. How do I know that you haven't done the same?" I'm out of breath after that. Her face turns redder, and she looks away. We both know the answer. "So, what are we gonna do now, Cammie?" I propose looking for the next step. She stops before saying something, and takes a deep breath. "I do know how you feel, and yes, I've been struggling with my urges. Once I found out what happened and they told me what the drug did, I vowed to make it right," her voice is softer as if she is speaking inwardly instead of to me. She walks over to her purse sitting on the table by the door and pulls out a plastic bag. The distinct sound of glass clanking around clues me in on its contents before she places them, one-by-one, onto the table next to my half-eaten plate. Each one is labeled with a strip of masking tape and a marker-written number. She places all of them onto the table then rearranges them so that their numbers are consecutive. "There is no cure for what you're feeling. Trust me when I say that I've exhausted all of my connections to find one. However, you can take these to make it better. I've already numbered them so you don't have to guess the order. Leo, I know that our relationship is over. I knew that when my friends told me what the 'dip' did. I'm giving these to you so that you can have a choice whether you want to be a victim of our failed relationship or not. Consider the one I just gave you a booster shot to help you get started. We both know that you'd probably just hem and haw, right? (Sigh) I guess you figured out that this is our goodbye dinner," she says solemnly and pecks me on the cheek. "For what it is worth, I still think that we can be friends. Of course when you have made your choice you can come back to me. Goodbye, Leo." She steps back as a tear rolls down her cheek and turns around to grab her bag, open the door, and walk out. I don't bother watching her go. It's too much right now. I collapse into the dining room chair and stare at the prepared dinner. I know that I have different urges now, but it's still hard to let someone like her go. Truth be told, she would have been the one that I would have married, and I let her walk away because I'm weak and couldn't tell her no. As I mull over the course of tonight's events a growing ache is making my hips feel stiff. Thinking that I just need to stretch some muscles I bend over and wiggle my hips back and forth to see if the ache will alleviate. My pants are feeling tighter around my hips and butt as if they are a size too small. That's weird. I don't think that I ate that much. Looking down, sure enough, a lip of pudge is bulging out from on top of the pants. They start to dig in, so I stand up and take them off and kick them across the room in frustration. Along where the waistband was is now an indented pattern of red skin circling my waist. Great, now I'm getting fat. Is that what the drug was designed to do? On the plus side, my belly is getting smaller, but it's all going to my hips and ass. If I don't take them off, my underwear may soon be too tight to take off without tools. However, something stops me as I inspect the front of my tighty-whities. There's ha