They fucked each other to the point of dehydration, drank water, did a little more cocaine, fucked again, then finally called a quits. For some reason, neither had much of an appetite, so they skipped dinner and just talked, and talked. They finished out the night cuddled up on Dana’s living room couch, watching anime, and only fell asleep just before the sunrise.

 

Pretty good for a first date.

 

When Kate finally woke up, it was nearly five pm, and despite the almost nonstop pleasure of the evening, she felt worse than ever. Worse than even the most intense hangovers after much crazier nights out with Alkim, Vicky, and Vicky's craziest friends. Her head throbbed, her nipples ached, and her stomach was growling. The hunger made sense—it was a normal consequence of suppressing one’s appetite for eighteen hours—and the nipple pain was all on Dana, but the headache was severe. This couldn’t have been a normal hangover, especially since she and Dana hadn’t even drunk anything alcoholic, just did a lot of coke.

 

Fucking ow! She pressed both hands to her temples, as if more pressure would fix it. Apparently, several hours of coked-up sex with a pretty girl, not eating, and barely drinking, was not the healthiest way to spend the evening. Nor was it an effective way of preventing withdrawals from whatever it was that Alkim produced and that Kate had come to depend on.

 

Kate untangled herself from Dana’s limp embrace to get some water. Yet, when she stood up, her naked tits slapped against her chest, sending a shockwave through the sensitive mammary tissue that was acutely painful. Beyond a general soreness from Dana's overhandling, it felt like pinpricks and needles stabbing through her nipples, like really bad acupuncture.

 

When she looked down at her chest, she saw the skin around her nipples was even darker than before, and there were light bruises all over her pale skin from where Dana had gone a bit too feral with the sucking.

 

 

Kate grumbled to herself. Last night Dana made her feel like a goddess just for having these huge tits, but said tits never missed an opportunity to inconvenience the rest of her.

 

She held the pendulous jugs to her chest as she walked over to the kitchen sink, drank two glasses of water, then started searching around Dana’s cabinets for something to deal with this headache. She found nothing of the sort.

 

 

Kate had gotten used to Alkim always having drugs and medicines on him. Besides the adderall, the coke, the acid, and the weed, he also kept little dime-bags on him with things like ibuprofen, tylenol, or caffeine, just in case. When they first met, she thought it was ridiculous, but over the weeks she’d dipped into his stores more than enough times to admit their usefulness. Whenever she needed something he didn't have, like tums, he always made sure to add it to his stocks of meds.

 

Kate knew Alkim was the root cause of her problems, but she also knew he was the only one who could provide some kind of solution, and that he would help treat her symptoms without hesitation.

 

Last night's coke-up hedonism had masked her need for him, but waking up to painful, painful sobriety forced her to confront the truth. It had been more than a day since her last exposure, and the cravings were stronger than ever. 

 

 

Worse still, she knew that Alkim was the only person she could have turned to for some explanation for all this bizarre addiction and growth. Dude really knew his biology, and to a degree that seemed absurd for someone his age, with only his bachelor’s degree. 

 

More than once she’d peaked over his shoulder while he used his laptop, expecting to snoop on whatever kind of porn he liked, only to find he was reading some scientific journal article, like he’d assigned himself homework.

 

Truly his lamest of hobbies. 

 

Kate rarely read any books in English, and definitely never read scientific papers for fun. But that made Alkim's familiarity with the literature even more important. It meant he might be able to find something that could help them figure out what made his fluids so irresistible, or what caused her boobs to grow.

 

 

Except, there was no way of knowing how he’d react to the information.

 

Kate was gay, Alkim knew she was gay, and she couldn’t just tell him that she was addicted to his saliva. She knew he wanted to fuck her, that was never a secret, but she’d never had a problem trusting him before. Ever since they first met she’d always trusted him, trusted him to keep his hands to himself, and to not push any boundaries. She always maintained control, and he always respected her, and the other girls in the house.

 

But after seeing Mikaella suck him off with such… enthusiasm, Kate wasn’t so certain that her boundaries would stay in place, even if Alkim wasn’t the one who would cross them.

 

 

She’d been emotionally vulnerable with him more times than she could count, and he’d always been kind to her. But this was a very different kind of vulnerability. This was handing him the keys to her body’s chemistry, a body she knew he wanted. He would hold all the cards, and all the strings needed to puppet her around. If Alkim wanted, Kate could find herself kneeling right next to Mikaella, kissing around his dick, competing to get him off first thing in the morning for their daily dose of happiness. Worst of all, he could even make her like it, and she’d probably thank him for the privilege.

 

The image made Kate want to tear out her own hair.

 

Fortunately, her scalp was saved from her agonizing ruminations by a warm presence against her back, and a gentle kiss on her neck. Then a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and quickly began slithering up to her boobs.

 

 

“Sleep alright?” asked Kate.

 

Dana yawned like the dead. “Ahhhh… what time is it?”

 

“After five.”

 

“Holy shit.” She yawned again. “How long did we sleep?”

 

“Dunno, not sure when we crashed.” 

 

“I still can’t believe you got me to try cocaine. Felt like I was having sex with the wolf of wall street—I mean, his wife, in the movie. You know, Margot Robbie?”

 

Dork. “I don’t, actually. But you had fun, right?” Like how I’m gonna have fun ruining you.

 

“Mhmm. Soooo much fun.” Dana contented herself with laying her chin on Kate’s shoulder, and fondling Kate’s tits from below. So long as she didn’t squeeze too hard, Kate didn’t really mind right then. The feel of Dana’s hands grounded her in the moment, and kept her from thinking about what she had to do.

 

Kate’s stomach chose that moment to growl, ruining the moment. “Got any food?”

 

“Yeah. Eggs, bacon, bread, and… ummmm, cereal?”

 

“Yes please.” Fuck, I think I’m out of coke too. “Oh yeah, coffee?”

 

“Good idea, I’ll make a pot.” She took several more seconds to palm Kate’s boobs before she got started on breakfast.

 

Kate offered to help, but Dana insisted that her guest shouldn’t have to do anything, serving up coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. Kate ate gratefully, and felt better for it. But still, not enough to settle her mind, and her deeper cravings. She felt bad though, that she was leaving this pretty girl to do something nasty.

 

 

 

Once she finished her five pm breakfast, Kate made some excuse about having to get some work done at home. She kissed Dana, told her she’d call, and started driving home. 

 

Had she been thinking more clearly, she might have stuck around a bit longer to wait for rush hour to die down. But she hadn’t, and what had been thirty minutes yesterday morning turned into nearly three hours of stop-and-go traffic, moving with the same average speed as a very shitty jogger.

 

Unable to kill enemy drivers with her mind, she simply endured the repetitive, endless motions of gear-shifting: first, neutral, back to first, and repeat. Occasionally, for brief, blissful moments, she got to break the monotony with a few seconds at second gear before being forced to downshift and stop.

 

 

By the time she got home, right in the heart of the most sprawling metropolitan area in the United States, the sun had gone down, and so had Kate’s tolerance for humanity.

 

Luckily, Kate arrived at the house to find Alkim’s car in the driveway. She knew Hannah was at work, but couldn’t find any sign of Mikaella. She opened Alkim’s door a hair, just to check if they were in there together, but she only saw one shape on the bed. It’s just him. She supposed that was probably for the best, she didn’t want any of the other girls to see what she was going to do, and she definitely did not want any interruptions.

 

Despite her objectives, what she needed more than anything else in that moment was a long, hot shower. Something to wash away the smell of tire rubber, and any residual pussyjuices from her and Dana. Plus, she still didn’t have a plan.

 

But first, she checked the kitchen for used cups, or Alkim’s water bottle, just to be sure. She found nothing; that was disappointing, but not much of a setback. Kate wasn’t even sure cleaning his glasses or drinking his water bottle right now would have been enough anyway. She was almost two days behind on her accustomed dosage, and would need more than she’d ever taken at once just to get herself steady.

 

She started her shower. As the hot water cleansed her of the last two days, Kate began scheming.

 

She couldn’t just ask him to spit in her mouth, and she couldn’t risk doing something to him in his sleep. What she needed was some excuse to make out with Alkim, and get his saliva. But she also had to make sure he wouldn’t get too suspicious of her desires, or question her sexual orientation. Above all else, she had to stay away from his cum.

 

This proved more difficult than she imagined. Clubbing, maybe? They could go dancing, and she could just start kissing him on the floor, tell him it was to make him look better. Except, that would be a lot of effort and time before she got any payoff. Plus what if someone saw her there making out with a dude, or what if Mikaella wanted to go with them and took all his attention? Plus, he probably wouldn’t want to be woken up just to go out. Maybe I should just wake him up just to get drunk here? Both of these plans ran the risk of him just saying no and going back to sleep. Plus, drinking wouldn’t explain why she’d actually want to make out with him. She had to think of something he was guaranteed to consent to.

 

It wasn’t until she’d finished shaving her legs that the answer finally came to her.

 

 

Molly, ecstasy, MDMA. That was the answer. It’s not weird for friends to kiss each other on molly! It'll be like that time with the 2C-B, only better! Kate could ask Alkim to cuddle, and make out with her without suspicion. This way, she could get everything she needed for at least a couple days, maybe even more. Even one day would be a reprieve. 

 

Plus, the idea of combining ecstasy with Alkim’s mystery chemicals was irresistibly enticing. Both drugs already made her feel beyond amazing, and she was dying to know how they might interact with each other.

 

There was no way Alkim would refuse her offer. He’d already been so hot for her, and he had to be even more into her now that her tits had grown ridiculously huge. He would just assume it was the molly made her horny, and it would have no reflection on her “normal” behavior hereafter. Then, she could just go back to the new status quo of covertly licking his glasses, sharing his water bottle, and occasionally shotgunning vapors. Once she was steady, that’s all she would need to do.

 

She dug around in her room for a bit until she finally found her stash hidden in her desk drawers. 

 

It was pure MDMA, in its natural crystalline form: nearly transparent, with a purple tint, but white around the edges. Alkim had gotten it in bulk last month for a rave that Vicky had dragged them all to. He convinced their favorite rave girl that the pressed pills she’d gotten from her musical friends were shit, and full of impurities. As a replacement, and upgrade, he got the primo stuff from his college connections mailed right to their door, weighed it all out to the milligram with his “jewelry” scale, and packaged the individual doses into transparent gelatin pill casings, so they wouldn't have to taste any of the bitter, acrid chemicals. 

 

Once again, he’d come through for her more than he could ever know.

 

 

She was about to take one of the measured pills before she considered the issue of dosage. Lately, this was another thing she’d trusted in Alkim to figure out, and she tried to recall his reasoning behind higher or lower quantities of the drug.

 

One point (100mg) was enough for her to roll before, but she’d already done a bunch of coke the past few days. She didn’t really care about potential health consequences of following up two days of heavy cocaine usage with an even more powerful stimulant and more dangerous stimulant, she was much more concerned about potentially ruining her next high. Kate wasn’t sure about the chemistry of it all, but she remembered something about recent adderall use making molly less effective, and worried that coke might also inhibit it in the same way.

 

She couldn’t quite remember what the safe time to go between using molly was, just that it was bad to do it more than once in the same weekend. She figured a month was probably enough. She did specifically remember Alkim explaining that the high from molly required a certain threshold dosage. Below a certain level, you wouldn’t feel anything, but if you took enough to hit that threshold, you would really feel it.

 

Kate took two points, just to be safe. She needed to go all in, really roll absolute tits, like some lovestruck raver, or else she’d risk letting her disgust for men ruin the plan.

 

She recorded the start time on her phone, so she would have a running time for how long the high should last—roughly six hours after taking it. While she waited, she put on some light clothes: just a nice, soft, white tank top, and a pair of black panties. It was an extremely basic look, but Alkim always went for basic girls and exposed skin. The translucent cloth made her nipples obvious, and left her bountiful curves both extremely visible, and completely irresistible.

 

Also, molly made her feel physically hot, so minimal clothing would be preferred once she got high. Bare legs would keep her cool, while they were guaranteed to make Alkim hot.

 

She considered a bikini top, but decided that might be laying it on a bit thick.

 

Kate took a few pictures of the outfit from a low angle, and pulled the top down slightly, making the line of her cleavage seem miles long, then texted them to Dana.

 

 

She didn’t chew for long. A minute later Dana sent back several thirsty emoji’s, and tried to schedule another date for tomorrow. Kate gave a tentative maybe, but left things open to meet here, in K-Town, on a later date. She’d rather not be stranded so far away from her supplies of addictive substances if she could help it. Plus, after today, she was sick of driving.

 

She killed the remaining time catching up on social media. All the while the MDMA dissolved in her stomach, and got to work at releasing all the serotonin in her brain.

 

It didn’t take long to kick in. Thirty minutes, tops, and it did not set in gradually. 

 

A multitude of feelings hit her all at once, like a euphoric car crash: the affection, the heat, the strong desire to blab, kiss, suck, and bite.

 

 

Before she knew it, Kate found herself standing in front of Alkim’s room, tightly clenching her teeth, trying to work up the courage to enter. She felt like some kind of doped-up vampire, unable to enter his domicile without permission.

 

This is fucking insane! 

 

Ironically, the thought that she might be crazy didn’t make Kate call off her half-baked plan, it only made her feel lonely, and even more desperate for her friend’s validation.

 

 

Kate opened his door without knocking and strode right in. Alkim was on his bed, seemingly fast asleep, with a blanket over his legs. Why is he sleeping? It’s only nine pm! She got up on his bed and shook him by his shoulders. “Alkim? Alkim, wake up!”

 

He grumbled something unintelligible and didn’t rise. Kate was getting impatient. She crawled over to straddle Alkim’s midsection and shook him by his shoulders some more as she called his name. 

 

“C’mon, Alkim! Dude, get up, I need to talk to you! Please?” 

 

Her hands came away sweaty. Her friend rarely used blankets, on account of the heat, and his self-proclaimed high metabolism. It should have been odd to see him using one at these temperatures, but Kate didn’t really find any of it odd or interesting enough to think about.

 

“Uggghhhh,” he groaned, “Mikaella? Again already?” 

 

Mikaella? Was he having a sex dream? “Fuck no, dude! It’s me, Kate! Wake up already!”

 

Alkim finally opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of Kate’s enormous hangers overflowing her tank top. 

 

“Kate?!” His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

 

 

He pulled the blanket up to his waist, rubbed his eyes and stared at her boobs again. “What—ugh, shit!— are you doing? Here, I mean, in my bed.” he asked, squirming under her, apparently confused by this wake up call. His gaze flicked between her face, chest, and her bare legs kneeling on either side of his abdomen.

 

The molly had made Kate even more impatient and much less coherent. Once she opened her mouth, the poorly constructed speech just spilled out of her, “Okay, so I was feeling bad so I took a point of molly to make me feel better—two points, actually—except I have no one else to talk to or cuddle with right now, and I really need someone to hold me and make out with me! But you were asleep, so I had to wake you up, but yeah, that’s it, so will you scootch over so I can lay down here with you???”

 

Somehow, Alkim had not kept up with that infodump.

 

“Wait, wait, wait! Back up! You did molly by yourself? We were supposed to wait two more months!”

 

“Yeah? Well, I really could use a little more comfort and a lot less judgy-ness right now, thank you very much!” Kate felt a bit indignant that Alkim had not already accepted her offer. 

 

 

“Why’d you take it tonight?” he asked.

 

“I just wanted to feel good, man. It’s not that deep.” Half true.

 

“Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Well, I guess there’s no un-taking it. How much?” 

 

“Huh?”

 

“What dosage? How many points? And how long ago?”

 

“Oh, two.” She held up two fingers over his face, then impulsively tapped them on his nose. “Boop! Oh, and, like, a half hour ago.”

 

His eyes went wide. “Two points? Fuck! Kate, that’s an insane dose for someone your weight! That’s almost as much as I take, and you don't have anywhere near that kind of tolerance!”

 

 

He stopped for a moment, processing this information. Then his jaw dropped. “Wait, did you just say you want to cuddle and make out?”

 

“I said so, didn’t I?”

 

“That’s why I asked—ugh, never mind.” He shut his eyes, and groaned, while his hands clenched into fists, as if he could squeeze out the tension from this situation. Then he sighed. “So, you really want to make out?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“With me?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Right now?”

 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

 

Alkim looked her up and down, considering his answer carefully. “Look, Kate, we both know you’re the hottest person I know…” Awww! “... and I definitely want to say yes… but I also don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re all fucked up. Friends shouldn’t do that.”

 

“Rude!” She gave him a little playful shove, which had the effect of squeezing her tits between her elbows. “I’m perfectly alert, and sound of mind.” Her mind was actually completely flooded with elevated levels of dopamine, and serotonin, but that was beside the point.

 

“You say that now, but you’re also rolling absolute tits.” The mere mention of tits was enough to make him look, but he caught himself almost immediately, and resumed eye contact. “When you sober up in a few hours you’re going to be pissed at me for saying yes.”

 

“I won’t be mad! I promise!” She meant it at that moment, but she also didn’t really care if she changed her mind later. Being upset with him was a problem for future-Kate. Right-fucking-now-Kate needed her fix, and she needed it bad.

 

“Riiiight.” Alkim stared at her for a long moment, then shifted his gaze down to her tits, and back to her face again before sighing in resignation. “Okay, Kate. I just have to make something clear first: if we do this, things will happen to me. Blood will go places, and it will not leave those places until we are done.”

 

Gross. “I get it.” The last thing she needed was a lesson in male reproductive anatomy.

 

“No, Kate, I’m not sure you do. I mean I’m going to get really hard. Diamond hard. It’s completely involuntary. If that’s going to make you uncomfortable, we shouldn’t do this.”

 

Of course it makes me uncomfortable! “It won’t. I know it's normal for you, I can handle it,” she lied, “I don’t care if you get a boner.” As long as it doesn’t fucking touch or cum on me! She hoped he hadn’t noticed she sat a good half foot up his torso so that her ass wasn’t in contact with his groin. “I just really, really need someone to make out with me, okay? C’mon, I don’t wanna be all alone like this. Pleeeeaasse?” she pleaded, needily, clasping her hands together, causing her boobs to follow suit.

 

Alkim watched, evaluating her sincerity. “And you promise not to get mad at me later?”

 

Too easy. “I promise, I won’t get mad at you later.” How could I get mad at someone who makes me feel so, sooooo fucking good?

 

He considered that for too much time. “I feel like I should get this in writing.”

 

 

Still straddling him, Kate leaned forward until her face hovered over his, and her massive breasts spilled over the sides of her tank top onto his bare chest.

 

 

“Ughhhh, never mind.”

 

Ha! Tits-for-brains. 

 

He exhaled deeply, like he was psyching himself up. Kate just enjoyed the light breeze it sent over her rapidly-warming skin. “Okay then. Should I do some molly too?” asked Alkim.

 

Kate shrugged, “If you want,” she didn’t care about such trivial details. It was time to get her fix.

 

He licked his lips nervously, considering. “No, better that one of us stays sober. I’ll be the trip-sitter, in case two points ends up being too much molly for you.”

 

“So you can make me drink water?”

 

“So I can drive you to the hospital.”

 

Wow. “Hey! Partyfoul! Can you drop the bad vibes now and just fucking kiss me already?”

 

She bent her elbows out, until her face hovered mere inches above his.

 

“Wait,” he stopped her with a hand on her collarbone, “why don’t we do this in your room, where there’s a working lock?”

 

“Oh.” Shit, that’s a good idea. He has such good ideas. “Yeah, alright. My mattress is way more comfortable anyway.” Kate swung her leg over Alkim’s face, and crawled to the edge of the bed, probably giving Alkim two eyefuls of her bare ass in the process. She got up and walked to her room, hand on the wall for stability, and because the texture felt interesting. She flopped down on her incredibly comfortable mattress, and in the process nearly slapped herself in the chin with her own breasts.

 

She winced from the pain, and began massaging her sore not-so-funbags. Only then did she realize he hadn’t followed her.

 

 

Alkim entered a few moments later. He’d put on shorts, and was carrying in two metal water bottles. He shook them, and they rattled in his grip. 

 

“Ice water, for the molly. Remember to drink constantly, and tell me when you get too hot.” He set one down on the nightstand, and set the other within reach, where the mattress met the wall.

 

Hell yeah. “Oh! I have a fan.” She pointed over to it, by her desk.

 

“Perfect.” He moved it over to the bedside and set it on high, with the rotation on.

 

The cool breeze was exactly what she needed, and she stretched her arms out to catch it.

 

“Do you want me to put on some music?” he asked.

 

“Oooo, fuck yeah!”

 

“Any preferences?”

 

“You decide. I trust you.” She really meant it. There was no one else on the planet she trusted more at that moment, and the ecstasy compelled her to tell him. “You’re a really good friend, Alkim.”

 

“You too, dude.”

 

He propped up his Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, then put on some 2000s angst-rock. Her body immediately responded, shaking without coordination to the music.

 

“Fuck yeah! Who is this?” 

 

“Paramore, felt like the right choice. Linkin Park can be a bit too sad for Molly, and My Chemical Romance seemed a little on-the-nose”

 

Somehow, this was precisely the vibe Kate wanted. Alkim was the only one who agreed with her about electric guitar being the perfect music to listen to on molly. So much better than EDM! She also appreciated that it was a woman singing. She sounds sexy. I should look her up later.

 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, uncapped the water bottle, and held it out for her to drink from.

 

She sat up, and did as he bade, enjoying the chilling sensation traveling down her surprisingly parched throat, and counteracting the increasing heat that had flushed over her skin.

 

 

She handed him back the bottle, and let herself fall back onto the mattress. “I’m so glad we met, dude.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed hard.

 

He squeezed back. “Me too. You really saved my ass by letting me stay here. I can’t thank you enough for that, you and Vicky. My family cut me off, so I’d probably be homeless right now if you hadn’t done that.”

 

She waved that off with her free hand. “You would’ve figured something out. You’re really smart. Like, really, really, really smart.” She ground her back into the soft mattress, like a cat, enjoying the sensation of her fine-thread sheets on her skin. “I don’t tell you enough, but you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, really. I still can’t believe you know all the things you know. Like, how you remember all that shit from school everyone forgets, all the names of… things, and how stuff works. All that… science. Like when we made that DMT!”

 

He grinned, always enjoying people praising his intelligence. “Thanks, but if I was really smart, I would have just bit the bullet and gone to med school.”

 

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, or we wouldn’t be housemates, or besties.” She squeezed his hand again.

 

He smiled back at her, warmly, and again squeezed back. “I feel the same way, dude. But seriously, letting me stay in the spare room, even when you barely knew who I was? I mean, I could have been crazy, or a rapist, but you still gave me a key. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, seriously.”

 

Maybe it was crazy to let him into her life so quickly, but it felt right then, and it felt right now. She’d never vibed so well with a man before, and that wasn’t something she was keen to ignore.

 

“You just had really, really good vibes. I knew you were a cool, smart-ass guy from day one. Plus, Vicky vouched for you, hard, and I believed her.”

 

Not for the first time, Kate found herself wishing she was bi, or that Alkim was a woman. There would have been no debate over getting involved if either were the case, but the second hypothetical was far more appealing to her imagination. If fem-Alkim was half as slutty as the real deal, they might have fucked that very first night. Definitely by the end of the weekend. A pretty, educated, muscular, half-Chinese girl, fresh out of university, with impeccable cooking skills, drug connections, who loved to party, and had nowhere else to stay? I’d have welcomed her into this bed for sure, no questions asked. Vicky’s young friend would have been on the fast track to live-in-girlfriend. Either they’d be together by now, or would’ve explosively broken up after a few weeks, but there would have been an attempt.

 

Only, Kate wasn’t bi, and Alkim wasn’t a woman, yet she was still about to welcome him into her bed anyway.

 

Kate noticed her teeth were grinding, and forced herself to stop.

 

That was another side-effect of the molly. When people took it at raves, they often chewed on something to occupy themselves. Some people stuck to chewing gum, while others wore night guards, or Invisalign. The weirdest ones sucked on infant pacifiers, but most people just kissed each other.

 

Meanwhile, the speaker blared on.

 

 

That was her reminder to get something else to occupy her mouth.

 

“Lay down with me.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him down until he was on his back beside her. Then, she straddled him, just above his waist, so there was no chance of touching his boner.

 

 

Up until then, she’d told herself that it was just about her need for his unusual spit. But at this critical moment, she realized she wanted him to feel appreciated, to feel her gratitude, and to enjoy her presence. 

 

She also really wanted to kiss someone already.

 

 

Kate lowered herself onto Alkim, inch by inch, until, at last, their lips made contact. 

 

Whatever compounds tied them together, she’d only ever taken minuscule quantities of them at any one time. A sip here, basic lip contact there. She knew that full-on open mouth kissing would entail a much more substantial dose, but even she couldn’t have predicted the full strength of the effect.

 

The feeling was of a thousand lunar new-year fireworks crackling throughout her nervous system. Instantly, all her worries vanished, replaced by an incredible double-euphoria. A deep moan escaped her, as the satisfaction of finally getting her reward spread throughout her body, and soaked into her brain—a brain that was already stewing under an excess of serotonin.

 

 

Her hands gripped his temples, keeping his head secure as her tongue darted between his lips, like a hummingbird at a heroin feeder. Also like a hummingbird, her heart rate was climbing rapidly.

 

 

She instinctively attacked his mouth with a passion and hunger that would have shocked her, had she spared a single thought to shame, optics, or the norms of male-female friendships. But every part of her brain was singularly focused on chasing that high, of quenching the thirst that had built within her for the past two days. 

 

Longer, even. Everything since that first DMT trip had built up to this moment, and she intended to make it last.

 

Alkim also began to give in to the sensations, to his lust for Kate. Not long after her tongue invaded his mouth, he started reciprocating her affections. His unsure hands moved from her shoulders, brushing past her sensitive breasts, and settling on her narrow waist. At first he merely held on, fighting against the current, but soon enough he was squeezing her hips, and cupping her perky ass. His strong hands ran over her smooth body, mapping out her every curve, and he clutched her assets as greedily as she held his face.

 

Simultaneously, the motions of his tongue began to match hers in enthusiasm. The one-sided tongue action escalated. They were sucking face and swapping spit like horny teenagers, and during this chemically-induced french-kissing, his tongue shot into her mouth, further increasing her dosage. 

 

Against her true nature, Kate’s pussy was growing wetter, and she began grinding her ever darkening panty-clad mound into his abs. In this state of euphoric hedonism, she welcomed any and all pleasurable sensations, and no longer fretted over the increasing heterosexuality of her actions. With none of her fellow lesbians around to witness her traitorous behavior, she felt free to do as she needed, and as she pleased. 

 

Laying over his sweaty, hairy, masculine body should have been disgusting, but Kate didn’t care. The feel of his hands on her hips made her feel close to him. Coarse, black body hairs that should have scratched at her like steel wool ceased to be annoying. Even the touch of his sweaty skin was appreciated every time the fan blew over her. His scent quickly grew from a background aroma to one that almost saturated her sinuses, yet she found it comforting, even relaxing.

 

 

After what felt like an hour (but turned out to be only fifteen minutes), Kate finally pulled away from Alkim’s face, panting. The heat of their embrace left the pair a lot sweatier than when they started.

 

She leaned back down to smell his bare chest, running her hands through the slick hairs. Even with the fan on full blast, his torso was like a furnace. She imagined him glowing white hot in the infrared, like that movie, “Predator,” he’d forced her to watch.

 

“How do you feel?” He asked, concern etched onto his face.

 

The moment his question registered in her mind, a powerful wave of heat crashed over her, and she felt it return in pulses, flashes of warmth. She wasn’t sure how much was the molly, and how much was from Alkim, but the hot flashes were rapidly eroding her ability to think.

 

“Feel hot,” she moaned, “really, really hot.”

 

Her tank top had grown uncomfortably sticky from their combined sweat.

 

“Fuck,” she panted, “it’s too hot in here!” 

 

Immediately, Alkim held up the water bottle for her. “Drink.”

 

“In a second.” She waved him off. “Need to take this off.”

 

Kate sat up straight, back to straddling Alkim’s stomach. Quickly, and unceremoniously, she pulled off her tank top and threw it far away from the bed, and nowhere near her hamper. Her huge tits plapped against her chest, free at last, but still sore from Dana’s eager teething the previous night.

 

In her rush to get cooler, she hadn’t even considered Alkim’s reaction until she felt his shocked exhalation over her sensitive skin, and the brief sensation of falling as her seat dropped instantly when his diaphragm relaxed.

 

The spectacle, the weight, the power of the titty-drop had literally forced the air from his lungs.

 

Now, with only her pussy covered, she realized this was probably the most naked she’d ever been in his presence, and it was certainly the first time he’d seen her newly-expanded bust fully unleashed.

 

“Woooow…” was all he managed to say in response. His arms were frozen in place, still holding up the water bottle for her.

 

“Gimmie, gimmie.”

 

She grabbed the bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls of freezing water. Afterwards, she still felt uncomfortably warm, so she impulsively splashed some of the cold water onto her chest. It quickly trickled down between her huge tits, down her abs, and onto Alkim’s chest.

 

“Shit! Sorry, didn’t mean to get you wet.” She screwed the cap shut, and threw the bottle aside.

 

Alkim just laid there, transfixed by her unintentional display, and gave no sign that he noticed the icy water that dripped onto him. 

 

“No complaints here.” He was no longer even attempting eye contact. “Wait,” he pointed at her boobs, “what happened to your nipple piercings?”

 

She rubbed at the tender skin of her areolas. “Had to take them out. Girl I was seeing last night must have bitten them too hard.”

 

 

“Damn,” he murmured. For a moment, Alkim just stared up at her rack, committing the sight to memory, but he found his words quickly enough. “I see what you mean, though: it looks like she gave you a bunch of titty-hickeys. Tickeys?”

 

“Yeah, got to rein her in next time.”

 

 

He was not-so-subtly chewing on his bottom lip, like he was working up the nerve to say something. Then, he manned up enough to ask, “Feel free to slap me, but I have to ask… can I touch them?”

 

 

“Sure, go ahead.” She spread her arms out to her sides, granting him unrestricted access to her breasts.

 

“Seriously?”

 

“Just be gentle with them, like a massage. They’re still sore.”

 

“... Okay then…”

 

He reached out, tentatively at first, just a basic touch on the sides. Emboldened, he gave each a good squeeze. Then he started palming them from below, lifting them, testing their weight, playing with them like they were his first pair of boobs, unable to hide his obvious delight.

 

He let out a silent whistle. “Jesus, Kate. They’ve, ugh, really grown in, huh.”

 

“Mhm.”

 

“What size are they now?”

 

She shrugged, sending waves of jiggling titflesh crashing into his hands. “Last time I measured they were K-cups, but I’m not sure anymore.”

 

She saw Alkim silently mouth “Damn,” before he went back to feeling her up. “Are you still worried about them? I mean, do you still want to go back to your old size?”

 

She shrugged again, causing her left tit to slip from his grasp. “Dunno. I mean, they’re suuuuch a pain, dude, like, you have no idea. They’re so heavy, and sensitive now. Plus, I’ve gotta buy a bunch of new tops and bras now, and I don’t know if I’m going to keep growing or not.” 

 

“Damn, sorry to hear that.” 

 

 

Not that she minded right then, she knew he was trying to be supportive, beyond just physically supporting her heavy tits in his hands. In fact, knowing that Alkim liked them this way got her thinking about the positive sides of having giant, natural tits.

 

“But at the same time, everyone else seems to like them. Like, a looooot. No one else at work came close to getting booked as much as me. Guess how much I made in one shift?”

 

“How much?”

 

“Guess.”

 

“Uh, five-hundred bucks?”

 

She shook her head, sending purple hairs out of place. “Fourteen-hundred dollars.”

 

“Holy shit!” She felt his surprise through the sudden clenching of his fingers.

 

“Right? Like, a month’s rent, in one night! And no taxes.”

 

“That’s fucking crazy, dude.”

 

“Yeah, a girl could get used to that kinda money.” She pushed the stray hairs back behind her ears. “Oh, and remember that goth chick I told you about?”

 

“Uhhh, yeah. Real quick, what was her name again?”

 

“Dana.” She grabbed her phone and pulled up Dana’s profile for him.

 

“Ohhhh, yeah I remember her now. You asked me if I thought she was hot, and I told you she looked like your type.”

 

Kate put the phone down, and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of Alkim’s increasingly sweaty palms massaging her sore breasts. After a bit, she found herself relaxing under the attention, while her molly-brain felt the need to occupy the silence.

 

“Actually, I think you’d like her. She seemed kind of straight-edged at first,” till I cured her of that, “but she’s actually pretty down, once you get her going.” His thumb rubbed at the edges of her areolas. “And she might be the only one more obsessed with big tits than you are.” Maybe even more than actual babies.

 

“I mean, can you really blame her? These,” he held them up together, reverently, as though presenting something truly precious, “are probably the most amazing tits she’s ever seen.”

 

Damn, he really loves them. “C’mon, stop exaggerating. They’re so saggy now, and veiny.”

 

“No way dude! They’re perfect, like, I could do this all day.” He squeezed again for emphasis. 

 

“If they were perfect like this, then women wouldn't get breast reductions.”

 

Alkim frowned at the mere mention of a reduction. “Well, why don’t you ask Dana which she’d prefer: your perfect, veiny, natural boobs, or perky, spherical, fake bolt-ons?”

 

Just then, one of his thumbs pressed into her bruised skin, and Kate winced from the sudden, sharp pain. “Ouch! Watch it!” 

 

“Sorry!” He pulled his hands back, apologetically. 

 

“Just be careful," she hissed, "they’re still tender.”

 

“Damn, the perils of hooking up, I guess. Want me to kiss them and make it better?” He puckered his lips and chuckled.

 

 

The coke she'd applied to her nipples yesterday had done nothing; it simply couldn't get through normal skin. Until now, she'd assumed the same was true of Alkim’s saliva, but she was willing to put that to the test. If sharing his water bottle at the gym could alleviate muscle pains, then perhaps letting him suck her tits would cure her of the pain and soreness caused by Dana.

 

And besides, she was already rolling tits, he might as well have some for himself.

 

“Okay,” she agreed.

 

Alkim’s eyes went wide. “Wha-really?”

 

She hefted up her right boob from underneath, so her nipple was pointing right at him.

 

“Go ahead. I trust you, and I know you want to.”

 

Alkim looked like he was about to spout off some cliche about not wanting to take advantage of her, again. But not this time. 

 

“Well, if you're sure about this... I’ll be gentle.” he promised.

 

He leaned up at once, causing her to slide down his body into his lap. Before she could object to this position, his mouth was hovering over her right nipple, and he looked up to her, as if asking her final permission. 

 

Kate granted it, “Just start with the bruises, then my nips.”

 

That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed her right tit from below, and started kissing her bruises. It started out a bit painful on her tender skin, but the little aches quickly faded away, replaced by a satisfying warmth. He moved her tits as needed, spreading apart her cleavage, searching for any remaining bruises, kissing them wetly, and quickly eliminated all her discomfort.

 

Once he’d gotten them all several times over, he stopped. “Is that better?” he asked.

 

 

Kate forgot all about avoiding the hard dick pulsing against her wet panties, her focus was drawn to the distinct lack of his mouth on her boobs. 

 

“More!” Kate wailed, palming the back of Alkim’s head, and pulling him to her nipple.

 

Alkim latched on, sealing his lips over her areola, and got right to work. His hungry tongue flicked at her nipple, which hardened fully, and instantly. His cheeks hollowed deeply, pulling more of her tit into his mouth, before he released the pressure with a loud “Pop!” and repeated the sequence. True to his word, he was very careful not to apply any pressure with his teeth, and Kate had to admit he was really, really good at this.

 

Compared to Dana’s rough titplay, Alkim proved much softer, and far more soothing. It was exactly the opposite of what she would have guessed from Dana’s mousy, nervous conversation, and Alkim’s strong, confident behavior. 

 

But then again, Dana didn’t share Alkim’s gift for chemistry.

 

 

The relief wasn’t quite as immediate as it had been through mouth-to-mouth contact; it took longer for those sweet, sweet chemicals to be absorbed through the skin of her nipples and areolas, compared to the more permeable skin of her mouth and throat. But within a few minutes she could feel it seeping through, and as the titsucking went on, the sensation only grew stronger.

 

Kate hadn’t really thought this through. The make out session had already given her an enormous dose of him, more than she’d ever taken at once. Now, his mouth had been locked onto the same nipple for a good long suckle, and there was no telling how much more had entered her system.

 

She began to relax into him completely, and soon enough he was the one holding her upright. After several minutes of this, she sagged into him so much that the spillover titflesh blocked his nose, and he was forced to unlatch.

 

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed blissfully.

 

“Was that okay?”

 

“Yesss… thanks, it feels so much better now.” 

 

“Really?” He was surprised.

 

“Yeah, no more pain,” she smiled her doped-up smile. “Can you try the other one now?”

 

Alkim grinned like an idiot, “No need to twist my arm.” He started to lean in, but stopped himself at the last moment. “Actually, how about we try a different position? Something more relaxed.” he suggested.

 

 

“Okay, sounds good,” she agreed. At this point, Kate was beyond high, and she would have gone along with any of his ideas, even ones that weren’t guaranteed to involve copious amounts of pleasurable chemicals.

 

Good thing he didn’t ask for a titfuck, I might've said yes. A thought that would have horrified her two hours ago now came and went without fanfare.

 

Still holding her on his lap, Alkim scooted back to where her mattress met the wall. As he moved them, she felt his boner pressing against her ass, but made no objection. He propped up a couple of her pillows, and eased Kate backwards until she rested against the wall, with her back supported by the soft cushioning.

 

Then he got up, and aimed the fan directly at her. She relaxed even further under the welcome combination of cool air over her skin and Alkim’s reassuring scent in her face.

 

“Comfy? Fan’s not too much?” he asked.

 

“Mhm. It’s perfect.” This was a great idea. She wouldn’t have to do anything to hold this position, and the fan would keep her from overheating. Such a good trip sitter.

 

Alkim grabbed a pillow, placed it in Kate’s lap, and laid down on top of it. In this position, her nipples hovered right at the level of his face, perfect for effortless sucking. All he needed to do was open his mouth, scoot over a bit, let the weight of her tit force the nipple between his lips, and latch on.

 

Then, he started suckling. 

 

The relief came much faster this time around, which Kate was grateful for. The feeling of his tongue flicking against her turgid nipple was sublime, as were the deep humming vibrations he made that traveled throughout her body.

 

As gentle as he was with her sensitive teats, she could still see the hunger in his eyes. She was certain this had to be a recurring fantasy of his. The thought should have repulsed her, like finding out he’d been sniffing her panties. Except, she couldn’t exactly see why that should be bad either.

 

 

Instead of outrage, she felt happy; happy for Alkim, that he was getting what he wanted, what he deserved for all his help; and happy for herself, that she got to do a good deed, and got to show him how much she valued their friendship.

 

So, Kate laid back, allowing her body to sink into the soft bedding, and allowing Alkim to do as he pleased. She encouraged him to do even more with a hand on the back of his head

 

It all felt far too good to stop, anyway. It was so good that she hardly felt the heat and pressure within her rising without end. 

 

Sucking on Kate's tits was like a dream come true. Not only because the act had figured prominently in his dreams and jerkoff sessions, but also because the sequence of events leading up to this moment made no damn sense.

 

In less than an hour, Kate did a bunch of molly, woke him up, asked him to make out with her, and then actually allowed him to fondle and suckle her huge, perfect tits.

 

 

It was a good thing Mikaella got cold so easily, or there wouldn’t have been any blankets over his lower half to conceal her sleeping mouth on his dick. Another stroke of luck came from Kate being too high to notice the human-sized lump below his waist. Luckier still, Mikaella didn’t wake up from anything they said, nor when he pulled his dick out of her sleeping, suckling mouth to go make out with Kate. 

 

He wasn’t sure how his new cumslut might have reacted to that, but jealousy seemed like a reasonable response upon finding out that “her man” left her mid-blowjob just for the chance to kiss his far bustier and all-around more beautiful crush.

 

 

It was an easy promise for him to make when the only things Mikaella seemed to want from him were his cooking and his cock.

 

Still, he couldn’t fucking believe what Kate had permitted in the past hour.

 

 

He made one joke about kissing them and making it better, and she just agreed, instantly, as if his kisses could actually heal bruises. But Alkim wasn’t going to turn down such an opportunity, and he fulfilled the bizarre request. Somehow, it almost seemed to be working. She claimed to feel much better, and then asked him to do more.

 

The same Kate that found casual displays of male/female desire utterly repulsive was encouraging him to dry-nurse at her massive chest, and was now sensuously running her fingers through his hair.

 

It was insane! It was absurd! It was nonsensical! 

 

It was exactly what he wanted from the moment they met.

 

Before then, even, dating all the way back to the very first pornographic videos he’d ever seen. Like many teenage boys, he thought looking at dicks was gay, and also didn’t find the vagina itself to be the most appealing part of a woman either. So, he began with softcore videos of busty women fooling around, which quickly escalated to videos of women with gargantuan natural breasts, some bigger than their heads, and often lactating into the mouths of equally busty women.

 

Even after graduating to hardcore porn, and then onto actual sex, with actual women, Alkim never lost his fascination for big mommy-milkers. He’d sucked on a great many titties back in college, yet none could ever compare to those insanely top-heavy models. The heft, the size, the contrast with their slim torsos, and, of course, the milk; all were unobtainable dreams. 

 

The simple fact was that the vast majority of women were not built like that, and could never become that. Even the most expensive surgeries couldn’t replicate the look he’d always found most attractive. He’d long since accepted that reality, and went about his adult life dating women with small to moderate busts, and got off just fine.

 

But now he had Kate: Kate, and her huge, perfect, natural tits, stuffed right into his thirsty mouth. 

 

He'd never tell her, but he thought her nips looked much better without the piercings, and he never liked the feel of studs against his tongue anyway.

 

 

Kate was more than goth enough without them. Even her tits are goth! That pale skin, the visible blue veins running beneath, and those dark, almost purplish areolas, they all fit her perfectly.

 

 

Kate was indeed a mega-titty goth girl-friend. She just wasn’t Alkim’s girlfriend, but the distinction hardly mattered at the moment.

 

 

The first was impossible, and the second was still too absurd for him to joke about, even if she had granted every request of his so far. The last thing he wanted was for her to get offended and kick him out of her room. He wasn’t going to risk a night full of unlimited giant naturals just for another orgasm, not when Mikaella promised him an infinite supply.

 

Paradoxically, despite the rapid pounding of his heart, and the sheer horny madness that clouded his thinking, there was nothing he found more fulfilling or relaxing than sucking on a nice titty, and he was certain the titties would never be nicer than these.

 

Except, they actually might. Kate’s bust grew to this size in just over a week, and she seemed to think they were still growing.

 

 

Alkim found all such possibilities of his gorgeous best friend's case of genuine breast expansion unbelievably hot. He could only hope that he would get the chance to see and feel the changes for himself.

 

 

Regardless of her promises to not get mad at him, Alkim knew tomorrow’s Kate would fully disavow any actions taken or promises she made in this state. Not that he could really blame her, but that meant he had to get as many memories and as much satisfaction out of this situation while he still could.

 

 

Then he tasted something odd; something new; something sweet on his tongue. Instinctively, he suckled harder, deeper, seeking it out, and after a few seconds, he tasted more of it.

 

 

Reluctantly, Alkim popped his mouth off her nipple and brought his eyes up to the slick teat. Curious, he squeezed around her areola, and watched with amazement as tiny white droplets began to form on the end of her nipple. He was fully entranced, unable to make sense of this development until the droplet enlarged and fell onto his tongue.

 

 

In no time at all the droplet was replaced by another, and another, until a steady dribbling of milk was falling into his dumbstruck mouth, like a leaky faucet.

 

 

The realization shocked him beyond his lust, at least for the moment. Alkim stared for a good long moment, breathing heavily. Then he realized he had to inform Kate of this unexpected medical development, especially as a potential answer to the mystery of her ever-bigger-naturals.

 

He never even got a chance to say a thing.

 

“Don’t stop! I need more!”

 

The lactating goth clutched his head to her fat tit, forcing her nipple back into his mouth.

 

Once again, instinct took over, and Alkim sucked away, hungrier than ever. His concerns were quickly overridden by the ecstasy of fulfilling his greatest fantasy.

 

 

Nothing sounded more frightening than the possibility of being cut off from the tap. He promised to himself that he'd tell her in a few minutes, then allowed himself to get lost in the moment, lost in the sweet, sweet taste of Kate's milk.

 

 

He didn't eat cereal anymore, but he would if he had this in the fridge. He never drank coffee, but he could imagine that mixing in a splash of Kate's saccharine milk could change his mind.

 

 

Alkim's dick had long since hardened to its full size, and had begun to dribble precum into his underwear. Yet he dare not jerk it, dare not interrupt this incredible, intimate, blissful moment with something that was sure to shock her out of it.

 

But apparently, Kate did not share his reservations. His head registered movement coming from beneath the pillow that his head lay on. Subtle, rhythmic movements. Then he saw Kate's upper arms were perfectly synced up to that rhythm.

 

 

“Oh fuck! Mhmmm! How are you doing this to me?” Kate moaned.

 

Alkim couldn’t respond, couldn’t ask what she meant, not with her holding him in like this, and not when all he wanted was to suck on her giant, perfect, milkers. 

 

But there was no need. Not when Kate kept filling the dead air with more questions.

 

“Oh my godddd,” She twitched, and shook above him. Her chest came down, and her huge tit plastered over his entire face, blocking out the light. “Why does this feel so goooooood? How are you—aaaah!—making me cum?!”

 

Despite the sudden plunge into darkness, the feeling of soft boob on his face, the partial restriction of his airways, and the knowledge that he was making her cum, Kate’s words cut right through the fog of his pleasure-addled brain.

 

Within moments, an entire week’s worth of scattered observations hit him all at once.

 

Kate’s increasingly affectionate behavior, and her willingness to shotgun drugs; his dick and balls growing like a second puberty; the sheer magnitude of his orgasms; the massive size of his cumshots; Mikaella’s eagerness to please him, to blow him whenever he wanted; Kate’s tits rapidly growing to their current size in under a week, now lactating right into his eager mouth, and simultaneously cumming her brains out..

 

 

This wasn’t the house’s doing, or the drugs, or the food they ate. These weren’t separate, bizarre occurrences that just happened to strike at himself and his two beautiful housemates.

 

He was the sole beneficiary of every change. He wanted to be closer to Kate, so she started wanting the same. He loved big tits, so Kate's tits got bigger. Kate’s bigger tits made him too horny, so he got Mikaella to suck him dry. He needed to start making money, so Mikaella agreed to shoot porn with him.

 

 

He didn’t know how exactly he could have done this, especially without full awareness. It sounded impossible, ludicrous, and unscientific. Yet there was simply no other way to explain his lesbian best friend rapidly developing into his unrealistically ideal woman, and stuffing her big mommy-milkers right into his mouth; no other way to explain the inhuman loads of cum he produced; no other way to explain Mikaella’s insatiable lust for his cum, nor what he now recognized as Kate’s identical lust for his saliva.

 

Unable, or unwilling to pull away from his greatest sexual fantasy, Alkim continued to nurse from her, even as he contemplated his next move.

 

 

Except, he couldn’t do that, not right now. Kate still had a potentially dangerous amount of molly in her system. He had no choice but to watch her, and make sure she didn’t develop serotonin syndrome. If she had an episode while he was gone, the damage could be severe, and lasting. No, he had to stay here and wait until the drugs left her system.

 

But that could take hours.

 

 

Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he knew that would never work either.

 

 

There was no version of that conversation that didn’t end with him in grippy socks.

 

And what if they did believe him? He might end up getting studied by the same labs he’d just applied to work in. 

 

Unexpectedly, his mind returned to his conversation with Mikaella, about Kate’s sudden growth, just a few days prior.

 

 

Maybe Alkim’s perspective had been warped from reading too many Michael Crichton books, but he just couldn’t believe that HIPAA and the discretion of medical staff would be enough to protect him from becoming some pharmaceutical company’s goldmine.

 

No, he’d take Kate to the hospital if she was in danger, tell them about the two-points of MDMA in her system, but nothing more.

 

Then he felt something soaking onto his chest. Kate’s other nipple must have felt left out, because it was now spraying him down. He watched as tiny streams of milk shot out, begging for his mouth to seal the leak.

 

Despite the temptation, Alkim felt the need to check if Kate was still okay. He swallowed one more gulp of milk, and reluctantly unlatched.

 

“Kate, how do you feel?” He asked, watching her face from the pillow in her lap.

 

After a moment she husked out, “Soooo, soooo goood… please don’t stop, it feels all wrong without your mouth on my tits.” It’d taken her a second to register his question, and she never opened her eyes, but it was an answer.

 

Alkim was more than willing to oblige.

 

He grabbed her tits, turned them so that both nipples pointed to his open mouth, and sucked in the pair or leaky teats. This way, neither teat would be left out, and none of the busty Asian’s precious milk would be wasted.

 

Yet, very quickly, Kate’s flow increased, and he had to swallow more and more frequently.

 

As Alkim gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Kate’s breastmilk, letting the sweet nectar wash over his sensitive tongue, he began to notice things. Slowly, subtly, his mind began to separate the sweet fluid into its component parts, and the flavors he tasted began to multiply.

 

Dozens of hours in sophomore year spent memorizing the three-dimensional forms of complex, organic chemicals all came back to him, multiplied thousands of times over. Alkim didn’t know the mechanism by which he could tell apart all these chemicals, yet he was sure of what he tasted, and of the identities of each compound.

 

The most powerful component was sugary. Lactose? Also present were other sugars whose specific names he did not know, but were partially recalled from his education on human anatomy as oligosaccharides.

 

There was the slight fatty taste, that his mind soon identified as long carbohydrate chains. Fatty acids?

 

He was sifting through the components faster, and faster. Various whey proteins, peptides, enzymes, all came and went.

 

Soon, he was down to the trace components; mineral salts, and vitamins.

 

And then Alkim noticed more, far more; an entire collection of trace chemicals that hadn’t been on his radar, not because they were too faint, but because he was the one producing them. He traced them back, back to their source, back to his salivary glands. The output from these glands was impossibly varied, far beyond what was needed to produce ordinary human saliva. His mouth was now producing hormones like estrogen, and prolactin, and other bioactive compounds like endorphins, anti-inflammatories, and others beyond count.

 

 

 

This realization of the nature of his abilities should have been more than enough to occupy his mind. Yet, there was something else that nagged at him, something hidden under the sweet taste of milk sugars, proteins, fats, and salts. He detected a faint trace of it in Kate’s milk: bitter, and foreign, not something produced by the human body.

 

As he continued to drink, the taste grew stronger, and the shape of the impurity began to form in his mind. Then, he knew what it was.

 

 

The traces of it in her blood should be far, far too faint for him to detect them in her breastmilk. And yet, he was certain of not just the presence of the compound, but even its concentration. From there, Alkim’s hyper-aware mind was able to calculate the amount in her bloodstream.

 

 

Kate had taken so much molly. Too much, and even worse, she wasn't drinking enough water to flush it from her system. He could feel her already elevated pulse, blood pressure, and body temperature continuing to rise by the minute. 

 

Then he realized that the hand that had been stroking his hair now lay limp on his shoulder.

 

 

Alkim unlatched from the leaking tits at once. 

 

“Kate?” He sat up, and shook her by the shoulder trying to get her attention. She never responded, not verbally. All she managed was a wordless moan.

 

At the same time, Kate’s overactive mammaries continued their activities, and all his shaking managed to accomplish was to spray delicious milk all over his face, chest, and Kate’s bedding. Hot as that was, he didn't have time to enjoy the sight.

 

He put a hand to her forehead and confirmed that she was burning up.

 

 

But just before he could finish gathering her limp body into his arms, a thought occurred to him.

 

Now that he knew that his salivary glands were making chemicals, chemicals that made Kate grow, that made her addicted to kissing him, he began to wonder if there was something else he could do with this power, something that could help Kate right now.

 

 

He decided on the latter, and began to concentrate on the neurotransmitter, serotonin.

 

The image formed in his mind, and swiftly he began to sense it in his mouth.

 

 

That was the wrong idea. He stopped producing more serotonin, but it was still present in his mouth. From there, his thoughts shifted back toward its removal.

 

The solution would have to be something that blocked the action of serotonin in Kate’s brain, something that would either bind to the same receptors, or attack the compound directly. The answer came from the back of his mind, in the form of a page from his MCAT prep book.

 

 

He focused on the serotonin receptors in his own brain, and was able to picture just such a compound that would bind to those receptors. Almost instantly, he sensed his body was producing the targeted chemical. He wasn’t sure how much it would take to get her stable, but he didn’t want to take any chances. 

 

With no time to waste, Alkim palmed the back of Kate’s limp head, and pulled her into another kiss. This, however, was not for pleasure; this was medicine, in its most improbable and impossible form. 

 

He was orally administering medication, a medication generated through some unnatural power, in order to reverse the effects of a drug overdose. And all the while, his friend’s swollen tits continued to leak their payload of breastmilk onto his chest.

 

As he tongued her, his body continued to produce the antagonist, and all her mouth needed to do was absorb it into her bloodstream. To his relief, within minutes, Kate started kissing him back, and soon after that she regained full consciousness.

 

Once he felt her mouth actively responding, he pulled back, and went straight for the water bottle.

 

“Kate! You need to drink water, right now!” He brought the bottle to her lips, and made sure she drank several mouthfuls.

 

When she was done, he concentrated on stopping production of the chemical, and checked to see if his friend was out of the danger zone.

 

“How do you feel?” He asked, checking her temperature with a hand on her forehead.

 

“Good. Hot. Wet.” 

 

She was indeed still hot, but thankfully, her temperature was coming down.

 

 

Alkim breathed a sigh of relief, and laid her back down. “Please tell me if you get too hot again. I think you’ll be fine here tonight, but we can’t take any chances.”

 

She nodded, closed her eyes again and relaxed onto the pillows. 

 

He grabbed his phone and changed the music to something more sedate, more relaxing. That was the right vibe now.

 

Alkim couldn’t help but notice that while her milk had slowed down, it hadn’t stopped completely. Now that she wasn’t in danger anymore, his lower brain began to assert itself once again. More than anything else, he really, really wanted to get his mouth back onto those fat milkers, yet what Kate said before passing out still nagged at him. 

 

 

“Hey, Kate.”

 

“Mhmm,” she murmured in acknowledgement.

 

“Earlier, you asked how I was making things feel so good, what did you mean by that?”

 

“It’s… you… I don’t know dude, you just taste soooo goooood. You make me feel things that shouldn’t be…”

 

"Shouldn't be what?

 

“Normal. Possible.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Dude, you know I’m gay.”

 

“No duh.”

 

“I still am. Gay. Well, I guess your man-parts don't gross me out like they used to, but I’m still not attracted to you like that. But, like, somehow kissing you makes me feel… better. Like, way better than kissing should. Better than my meds, better than kissing hot girls.” Kate rubbed the back of her head into the pillow. “And my boobs. You kissed them, and they aren't sore anymore. And the tit sucking felt so, insanely good, like I was getting my pussy licked.” 

 

Whoa. No wonder she came. That was a much more vivid admission than he expected.

 

“Really? Kissing and titsucking with me feels THAT good to you?”

 

“No duh,” she returned, “It’s highkey kind of addictive. Why do you think I took molly to kiss you?”

 

That’s why she took it?! “I just thought you took it because you were sad or something, and then the molly made you want to kiss me.”

 

“Nah, it happens when I’m sober too. I just knew you’d kiss me if I said the molly made me wanna do it.” She smiled, though her eyes stayed closed. Kate was still enjoying the feeling of all the happy chemicals coursing through her system.

 

“Oh.” And I fell for it. Of course I did. “Well, next time, please don’t take dangerous amounts of drugs just to trick me. Just ask next time, okay? You know I’d do anything for you.”

 

“Ooookay,” she held out a thumb’s up, “But you’re the biologist here. How can kissing feel so good?”

 

Alkim shrugged, “I mean, it shouldn’t. None of this makes any sense.” He threw up his hands in resignation.

 

“Yeah, well, a lot of things in this house stopped making sense…” she mumbled.

 

Huh? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 

“You’re too smart to play dumb, dude. I saw what you did with Mikaella.”

 

Oh, shit! Wait, which time was Kate present for? She’s been out of the house for more than a day. 

 

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”

 

“Like, yesterday. I saw you cum all over her face, then in the jar, and I saw her drink it all. Fucking nasty.”

 

“Oh. OH!” So, Kate saw us after breakfast. Shit! But at least she never noticed what we were doing in my bed an hour ago… “Yeah, it would seem I’ve also undergone some, uh, growth.” He glanced down at his extremely conspicuous boner, and the growing dark patch on his shorts. “Sorry you had to see that. Wait, the door was closed! How did you see us?”

 

“There was a crack in the door, and I looked, alright?” 

 

“Kind of a serious invasion of privacy, don’t you think?”

 

“Sue me, it’s my house.”

 

Alkim pinched his nose. Okay, mom. “Please, don’t do that again.”

 

“Not like I want to see that shit anyway, it was so gross,” she waved him off. “How much was it, anyway?”

 

The cum??? “How much was what?” He didn’t really want to provide his lesbian friend the exact volume of his loads.

 

“How much did Mikaella charge for the blowjob? Kinda curious about her rates.” Kate chuckled at her extremely clever prostitution joke.

 

“Nothing. I was feeling backed up, and she offered to help. That was all.” Technically not a lie.

 

“Well, see? There’s another impossible thing. Mikaella doesn’t do ‘free,’ she told me and Vicky herself.”

 

Alkim had nothing to say to that. Kate wasn’t exactly wrong, but he wasn’t sure he wanted her to connect any more dots between herself, him, and Mikaella’s sudden willingness to perform unpaid sexual favors. 

 

 

After a while without his answer, Kate began to fill the silence. “Why did you stop sucking my tits anyway?” She grabbed at the sides of her tits, but pulled her hands back after feeling unexpected moisture. Then, she looked down at her increasingly milky chest. “What the fuck?” One of her tits was dribbling milk, which trickled down the soft curve of her tit and onto her lap. The other was more productive, spraying thin streams of milk in several directions, like a tiny hose with a thumb jammed over the opening.

 

“Right, that. So, a few minutes after I started sucking your tits, you, um, started lactating.”

 

“What the fuck!?” She sat up straight, sending droplets of milk flying into Alkim. Her prior sedateness was gone, replaced by excited bewilderment, “When were you going to tell me?”

 

“I tried to tell you right after I tasted it! But you pulled my head back onto your tit and told me to keep sucking, so I thought you already knew what was happening. I just did what I thought you wanted, honestly. Then I came up a few minutes ago, and you weren’t responding. Really freaked me out there, thought you might have too much serotonin in your system, and I was just about to take you to the hospital…”

 

“Well? Why didn’t you? What happened?” Kate interrogated.

 

 

Alkim sighed.“I remembered what you said, about me making you feel better. Then I thought about all the stuff that’s happened to me, and it got me wondering if there was something I could do. Like, some way I could help. So, I did. It was like an instinct, or something, I don’t know.”

 

“And your instinct was to kiss me?” She asked, flatly, but not quite accusingly.

 

“Well… yeah. Somehow, I knew my mouth had some kind of medicine for you, some… chemical that would keep your brain from cooking. I don’t know how, or why, but it seems like it worked. You were nonverbal for a bit there, and seriously overheated, and now you’re not.”

 

She looked at him, bit her lip, then exhaled deeply, before she spoke again, “So, you just saved me from ODing?”

 

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

 

“Damn.” Kate grabbed at her head, and started rubbing her temples. “This is all so crazy.” she groaned.

 

“Can’t argue with that.” He agreed.

 

“Like, fucking nuts. Bonkerballs.” She took another deep breath. “But, thanks. For saving me, I mean.” She put a hand on his knee and squeezed. “You’re a really good friend, dude. I could have died without you.”

 

Her praise hit his guilty conscience like a slap to the face. 

 

“You know me, always ready to lend a hand.” Or a mouth. “And I mean it, if you ever need any help with your… cravings, I'm here for you.”

 

She smiled, “I'll keep that in mind,” then looked back down at her chest, as if she only just remembered her leaking nipples. “But what the fuck am I supposed to about these?”

 

She pushed up her huge tits, one in each arm, and the applied pressure resulted in an increase in the expression of milk.

 

The sight instinctively forced Alkim to suck in his breath so quickly that it hissed past his teeth. He knew instantly that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

 

“Do you want me to help you empty them?” he asked, fully expecting her to throw a pillow at him. “I can go buy a pump if you want. Well, once you’re sober, I mean. I can’t leave you alone yet.”

 

Instead, Kate looked back down at the milk spraying onto her bed sheets, then back to Alkim, and sighed.

 

“Okay, fine, just... get it all out, please.” She laid back down, resigning herself to his particular method of aid. “Suck away." She gestured at her leaking nips.

 

 

Still, Alkim’s guilt weighed less than his lust. He nodded, and crawled back to Kate’s swollen milkers. Even then, he could sense the glands in his mouth automatically restarting production of female growth hormones. He made no attempt to stop them.

 

"Please don’t make me regret telling you how good this feels.”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better. I promise.” He lied.