Another day, another installment
Sorry it's a tad tardy...but, well, yeah...
Hope you enjoy!
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Unlocking the door to Valerie’s apartment using the spare key her friend had given her years ago, Alyssa stealthily stepped inside. Having waited about forty-five minutes at a local dairy bar, just to ensure that her friend was truly good and asleep, Alyssa quietly shut the door and disposed of the remains of her ice cream in Valerie’s kitchen trash. Licking her lips, she delicately removed the quaint baggie from her purse and marveled at the purplish powder contained within. Half-grinning, she toyed with the idea of trying just a little…but decided against the impulse.
Still holding the baggie in front of her face, Alyssa’s flicked in the direction of Valerie’s bedroom. Her grin spreading, the naughtiness of what she was planning actually making her more than just a little excited, she crossed the living room in mere seconds. With a daughter of her own, Alyssa expertly stepped over and avoided every childish object littering the floor. Reaching the bedroom door, she found it half-open and could clearly see Valerie’s big feet sticking out from under the covers of her bed. Her breathing shallow, fearful of being caught and yet almost wanting just that to occur, Alyssa slid past the door and into the room.
Stalking toward her slumbering friend, Alyssa eyed her with something akin to awe. Valerie was so…so statuesque, so powerful-looking now. Hesitating for just an instant, Alyssa stalked over to the bedside. Valerie shifted, and Alyssa froze and gripped the baggie tightly. Waiting for a few moments, the blonde woman sighed quietly as soon as it became apparent Valerie remained out cold. Carefully, she set the baggie down on Valerie’s night table and began looking around for something to restrain her friend with.
Finding nothing in Valerie’s bedroom, Alyssa frowned. Tiptoeing out of the room, she made her way into the kitchen. Rifling through the pantry, her eyes lit up as soon as she caught sight of the open box of garbage bags. Beaming at her find, she tugged a bag out and examined the yellow elastic ribbon running through the top. Reaching for it, Alyssa suddenly stopped. Thinking for a moment, she reconsidered her plan.
“No…” She whispered, a devious notion coming to her. “I’ve got a better idea. Shit, why didn’t I think of this before?!” She berated herself, stuffing the bag back into the box and silently retrieving the drug from Valerie’s room. Making sure everything was just as it had been when she entered the apartment, Alyssa took one last look at her friend, wet her lips, and slipped back out into the hallway. Exiting the lobby, Alyssa shook her head. “Well shit, that was a waste of time.” She bemoaned, still holding the baggie and looking down at it mournfully. Reaching for her cell, she swiped the screen.
“Call V-a-l-e-r-i-e” She commanded, careful to pronounce the other woman’s name so that her phone wouldn’t misunderstand.
“Calling…Voleriee” The phone responded. Alyssa rolled her eyes, and waited as the call connected. She doubted Valerie would hear her phone ringing, and was proven correct when the buzzing sound finally gave way to her friend’s voicemail.
“Hey Val, you’re probably still asleep.” Alyssa began, knowing full well the truth of her statement. “Anyway, when you get this message and you’re not She-Hulk anymore, come on by my place. Maybe we can have a few drinks before you pick Taylor up. Okay, anyway, hope you feel better, hon!”
Tapping her phone, she replaced it in her purse and began walking down the sidewalk, following her usual path to get home from Valerie’s. Still holding the baggie, she glanced down at it and sighed. Her curiosity was driving her insane. Everything the doctor had described regarding the drug (well, besides the unfortunate growth side-effect) seemed so fascinating…so intoxicating. Stopping and allowing her eyes to flutter over her surroundings, she instantly took note of a small alley across the street. Sandwiched between two enormous buildings, the alleyway suffered from poor lighting and was littered with dumpsters and boxes.
“Perfect place for a mugging.” Alyssa grumbled to herself, her rational mind getting a word in edgewise. “Still,” She considered aloud, “it is secluded…no one would see me…” Lowering her eyes to the baggie again, Alyssa gripped it tighter and turned to cross the street. “Fuck it, I already stole the shit…”
Waiting for a few cars to pass, Alyssa jogged over to the alley and casually ducked in. Listening to the traffic behind her, she strode down the alley with purpose and deftly sidestepped behind a nearby dumpster. Though the alley was open on the other side, Alyssa recognized the road as a backstreet…and figured few people would be passing that way. Taking a few deep breaths, she opened the baggie and stared down at the purplish granules within.
“Okay…okay, just a little bit, Alyssa.” She reminded herself, trying to shake the uneasiness that had suddenly swept over her. The blonde’s nerves were causing her hands to shake, and she had to make a conscious effort to make them stop. Part of her was excited; she’d experimented with drugs in her teens and even into her early twenties. Mostly marijuana and a little ecstasy, but this seemed like a whole other beast. Still, Alyssa wasn’t above trying just about anything and, with a tentative dip, she covered her index finger in the purple powder. Already she could feel her fingertip beginning to warm slightly. Having already committed herself, Alyssa did her best to banish what fears remained and quickly wrapped her lips around her finger.
An involuntary moan rumbled in her throat as an explosion of heat and numbness rushed from her core, spread through her limbs and suffused her every extremity. Sucking on her finger to get every last grain of the drug, Alyssa leaned back against the cool metal of the dumpster and fought to keep her knees from buckling. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, and it only seemed to intensify with each passing second. Reluctantly tugging her finger from her pursed lips, Alyssa shakily exhaled and was surprised to find herself immediately beginning to grope her tits.
“Jesus this feels amazing!” She breathed, eyes closed and reveling in the myriad of idyllic sensations assaulting her mind and body. “W-where was this in the 90’s…?
Arching her back, Alyssa gasped as her pussy began to contract, causing her body to shake and a series of whimpers to escape her lips. Unable to support herself on legs that felt like jelly, she slid down the dumpster and continued kneading her unbelievably sensitive breasts as the powerful orgasm continued to rip through her being. A dampness saturated the groin of her jeans, and she could actually feel her cum plastering the inside of her panties and seeping through the material of her pants. At the same time, she could feel the buttons on her woven, silk shirt beginning to tighten and pull precipitously as her burning bosom began pushing against the fabric. Her chic, leather belt began to groan as her hips started expanding, causing the button on her jeans to pop away and her fly to steadily unzip. The buckle on her belt gave up the ghost not long after, causing either side of the leather loop to swing away and undulate before Alyssa’s swelling hips brought them back against her body.
Dropping the baggie, Alyssa rubbed her hands across her now exposed stomach, before allowing them to slide further down. Her fingers running through and teasing the soft curls just below her waistline, the seduced woman nearly came once more as soon as those same fingertips came into contact with her swollen labia. Paying no mind to the sudden cool air running across her ankles, nor any attention to the uncomfortable tightness welling up in her stylish flats, Alyssa’s mind was consumed with pleasure and how to prolong it. Stroking herself, she shuddered in delight as her bountiful tits finally broke free from their silken prison, sending button after button zipping into the forever obscure oblivion of the alley’s shadows. Having always despised bras, Alyssa’s bare breasts heaved in the open air, her naked nipples as hard as the asphalt beneath her.
Practically pleading with God for another sweet release, Alyssa couldn’t contain her enthusiasm as her wish was unexpectedly granted. Gripping her sex, she screeched and bucked her hips as she again drenched her panties in her tantalizingly hot juices. Practically humping the air, Alyssa curled her confined toes as the cum spurting from her contracting pussy began to grow thick, painting her hands and dripping down in-between her fingers. Gasping for breath, Alyssa fell onto her side and tried to stifle her excitement. Still convulsing, she eventually managed to pull her hands from her pants and rolled onto her back. Her chest heaving, Alyssa couldn’t believe just how powerful her orgasms had been…and how her pussy still tingled with need.
“Holy…shit!” She exhaled, trying to gather her thoughts and ignore the pleasantly cool air whipping through the alley and across her painfully swollen nips. Placing both hands on the ground, Alyssa pushed herself upright and examined herself with wide eyes. There was no denying it, her body had grown significantly…but nowhere near as large as Valerie’s. Flexing her toes, she could see the individual indentations pushing against the front of her flats, but the shoes remained intact. Besides a ruined belt, shirt, and some missing buttons, Alyssa seemed no worse for wear. Her jeans could pass for a pair of capris, even…although, there was no way she was going to be able to leave the alley with her crotch practically dripping with her fluids.
Reaching for the baggie, Alyssa sealed the plastic container and made sure to double check for any tears. Wiping her slimy hands on her jeans (already sodden with her cum, Alyssa saw little reason to not use the denim as a makeshift rag), Alyssa leaned back against the dumpster and considered her options…