Random Growth 2

[Obsidian]

Originally Posted by jack36262001

Loving this. I always like stories with substance, especially when it's more towards the substance like chapter six. Can't wait to see more of it. I would also like to see this "drug" catch on as a story element for other contributing authors to provide short stories revolving around it.

Thanks for the feedback! Honestly, I'm surprised (but happy) that you enjoyed the chapter without any real process. This just started out as some random fap material for the Process Community (kind of the idea behind the Random Series) and I never really had any design to put a lot of substance into the plot (that's normally reserved for my four main series that I have going). But, like I said before, Mr Wayne here is quite persuasive and I felt the story necessitated some expansion on the plot.

And hell, absolutely, if anyone wants to contribute side stories with their own characters using the drug, by all means.

I plan on keeping the main story going in the meantime. More to come!

[Robopengy]

Just a quick question, and I may have missed this detail earlier, but what were Alyssa's original plans in Valerie's room?

[Obsidian]

Originally Posted by Robopengy

Just a quick question, and I may have missed this detail earlier, but what were Alyssa's original plans in Valerie's room?

Something dirty. XD

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by Obsidian

Something dirty. XD

NOW He tells us!!............ ... .. ..... .. . .......

[Obsidian]

New chapter. Short, but hopefully teasing.

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"I have to admit," Valerie smiled reluctantly after having taken a long sip of her Long Island, "this is better than just moping at home."

"See, you should just accept that I always know best." Alyssa giggled, her mirth multiplying with Valerie's sudden glare. As requested, the brunnett had shown up at Alyssa's house a few hours after the latter had placed her call. No longer afflicted by the mystery drug, Valerie's normal dimensions had been restored and, after some incessant prodding from her bestie, she'd agreed to a late dinner out. Still, the experience of being oversized had obviously taken a serious psychological toll on Valerie and her view on her modesty; every inch of her skin was covered by a thick article of clothing, save for her somewhat nervous face. Jeans covered the entirety of her legs, and a plush sweater accomplished the same for her arms, torso, and neck. The young mother had even eschewed sandals or any other form of revealing footwear. Instead, a pair of athletic sneakers encased her feet, and white socks made certain to conceal wherever her jeans failed to.

In contrast, and unbeknownst to Valerie, Alyssa's "experience" with the drug had conjured up the opposite mindset. Contrary to her friend's conservative dress, Alyssa was rocking a somewhat frilly and pink tank-top so tight and snug, it left little to the imagination. Down below, the flirtatious woman was sporting a pair of dark, denim shorts just this side of indecent and a set of cute, roman-style sandals. A silver toe-ring and pink Breast Cancer Awareness bracelet completed the rather revealing ensemble.

"I'll admit to that when hell freezes over." Valerie rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her adult beverage. Glancing at Valerie's not-so-subtle cleavage, Valerie raised her brow. "I...listen, I wasn't going to say anything-"

"But now you are." Alyssa cut-in, her smile beaming.

"Well," Valerie hesitated, playing with her straw a bit longer before leveling a critical gaze at her companion, "oh come on, Alyssa, you're dressed like a sex-crazed highschooler!" Valerie hissed, trying to keep her voice low. Alyssa's jaw gaped in mock shock.

"Sex-crazed highschooler?! She laughed, not trying in the least to moderate the pitch of her voice and drawing the attention of nearby customers. Valerie glanced around quickly, before putting making a gesture for quiet. Alyssa rolled her eyes, but complied nonetheless. "Sex-crazed highschooler? Really? And what would that make you? The Queen of the Amish?"

"What?" Valerie seemed taken aback.

"Val," Alyssa reached out and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder, "autumn's still three weeks away, and you're dressed like it's the dead of winter..."

"I am n-" Valerie began, genuinely irked, before she caught herself. Looking down at her sweater, Valerie gave a half-frown before nodding. "Okay, okay...I suppose so."

"The first step is admitting you have a problem." Alyssa tried to keep a straight face, but ended up failing miserably as Valerie waved the former's hand from her shoulder.

"Oh, shut up." Valerie shook her head, but still couldn't keep a slight grin from creeping across her lips.

"Seriously, what's with the get-up?" Alyssa laughed. Valerie merely shrugged her shoulders.

"I...I guess I'm just a little tense still."

"Tense about what?"

"You know what." Valerie snapped.

"Valerie, you're fiiiiine." Alyssa repeated, for what seemed like the fifth time this night." The doctor said so, and you're not a lumber She-Hul-"

"If you call me that one more time..." Valerie interrupted, obviously irritated but trying to cover it up with some degree of humor. Alyssa raised her hands, feigning surrender.

"Whoa, okay, take it easy, Ms. Banne-"

"Alyssa."

The blonde made a "zipping" gesture across her lips, elicting a bemused smile from Valerie.

"I'm just-"

Valerie's smile vanished almost instantly, a cold chill racing up her spine.

"Val?" Alyssa cocked her head, appearing confused. The devilish sparkle in her eye was plain to see. "You're just what?"

Valerie's eyes widened as a familiar warmth began to swarm her nethers. Her jaw hanging, she struggled to organize her thoughts. Before she had a chance, however, a commotion broke out nearby in another booth.

"Brittany, what's wrong?"

Through her fear, Valerie turned to see a young man reaching across the table and gripping the trembling hand of an equally young woman. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes were closed, her expression one of strain. A scream echoed out from across the dining area, and Valerie's gaze was instantly drawn to a woman not much older than herself. The red-head was staring down in horror, hands clasped over her mouth, as her male companion writhed on the ground. Several others had left their seats and were attempting to render aid.

Valerie gasped and immediately laid a hand over her abdomen as her skin began to crawl.

"Oh no..." She whispered, utterly terrified. "This can't be happening..."

"Oh, it can." Alyssa chimed in, all smiles. "My suggestion is just embrace it."

"What?" Valerie, somewhat drunkenly, turned to her friend.

Across the room, a cascade of shrieks and gasps erupted from around the thrashing man on the ground.

"Jesus, dude just came in his pants!" Shouted a younger boy, his teenage state of mind causing him to find the embarrassing scene halfway humorous. Indeed, as the crowd backed away, it was clear the man was flooding his trousers with his own warm seed. Already, his jeans were beginning to develop several distinct wet spots where the denim material was in close contact with either his drenched underware or next to his spurting member.

The young woman, known only as "Brittany", seemed to be in a similar state of public embarrassment. Though unseen, both Valerie and Alyssa could smell the girl's arousal wafting from beneath her table, the scent unusually strong. Combined with Brittany's sudden, jerking movements and gutteral moans, neither woman (nor Brittany's date) could deny what was taking place right in front of them.

"Come on, Val," Alyssa inhaled the sweet aroma of Brittany's release and savored it like fine wine, "have a little fun and give in. Don't fight it this time."

"What...w-what did you..." Valerie struggled to speak coherently as her own pussy began to pulse, releasing a flood of nectar and dousing her panties. The contractions were so powerful, Valerie's clenched her fists on the table, her knuckles turning white. Even lost in the tidal wave of bliss washing over her, she could still feel the waist of her jeans starting to grow tight, and the sleeves around her arms starting to recede past her wrists.

"Can't s-stop...help..." The afflicted man grunted, his black t-shirt beginning to cover less and less of his lower stomach, while his ankles became permanently exposed.

"Oh my god, it's growing!" A woman in the crowd shouted, somewhat in awe. As she pointed at the man's crotch, his spasming penis seemed to become more and defined. As it did so, the organ's steady growth couldn't be ignored. Already, it looked as though it'd gained three inches and didn't seem to have any intentions of slowing. In shock, and unsure of what else to do, his female companion knelt at his side and tossed a thick, white dinner napkin over the man's groin. Though the napkin concealed his modesty for the moment, it could do nothing to hide the deluge of semen filtering through his jeans and sticking to the ground in long, translucent strands.

Valerie could feel another orgasm threatening to overwhelm her, and already her entire outfit was definitely feeling noticably tighter. Huffing in exertion, she fixed her eyes on Alyssa.

"Alyssa..."

"You look flush, Val. Have another sip of your Long Island." Alyssa offered, her expression coy. Her eyes flickering down to the cool drink, realization dawned on Valerie. Her eyes darted to Brittany's drink.

Long Island Ice Tea.

Looking across the room, she spied the man's drink.

Long Island Ice Tea.

And as Valerie continued to survey the room, while simultaneously trying to suppress the drug's effects, she noticed the drink at a few more tables. And then she remembered Alyssa's own drink.

Long Island Ice Tea...

"Alyssa..." Valerie struggled, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as the button on her jeans popped. Dropping her gaze and squinting her eyes, she managed a single word more. "W-why?"

Rather than a rational explanation or even a cryptic clue, all Valerie got in response was a deep, uneven moan. Elevating her gaze again, she watched as her best friend began groping her own tits through her top, seemingly relishing each squeeze with greater intensity...

-To be continued-

[Mr Wayne]

Obsidian,

Well, its good to see you writing again and hopefully coming back from the shadows.. Good piece of writing here and an appreciated continuation to the Random Growth series.


And, at least my >500th< post was one filled with compassion as well as value. ^_^

[Obsidian]

Falling to the floor on her side, Valerie wrapped her hands around her midsection...not so much from any sense of agony, but rather in a failing effort to keep her twitching fingers from gravitating towards her aching sex. As seconds passed, she found her hands gripping less of the fabric of her shirt and more of the warm flesh of her elongating stomach. Her skin was so warm, so invitingly smooth...the sexual energy building inside her was becoming so intense, Valerie could feel herself beginning to quiver, her lower lip quavering and tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.

As she struggled to her hands and knees, and unexpected weight on her back caused her to dip slightly and prompted her to turn her head to look behind her. Before she could utter even a single syllable, her words caught in her throat and she arched in unrestrained bliss. Wrapping one arm around her friend's belly and pulling her onto her side once more, Alyssa continued her rough manipulations of Valerie's cunt.

"S-st-!" Valerie tried to protest, but ultimately couldn't quite muster. Every nerve in her body was tingling and making sense of reality was becoming more and more difficult.

"O-oh god, yes!" Alyssa mouthed, her lips parted from the mind-numbing ecstasy enveloping her body. She could feel Valerie's body squirming beneath her; could practically feel the exposed flesh stretching, hearing every stitch give up the ghost as Valerie's jeans began to strain to contain the growing woman's swelling thighs. At the same time, Alyssa's own attire was quickly losing ground. Her already too-tight jean shorts were soaked with her arousal, and did nothing to hide her throbbing lips pressed against them. Her tank-top was swiftly looking more and more like a distressed sports bra, and Alyssa could feel each of her ten toes inching their way over the threshold of her sandals, the footwear's leather straps beginning to creak and dig into her expanding feet.

-End Tidbit-

[hexen]

I didn't even know this was going on O.O! Damn I have some reading to catch up to.

[Mr Wayne]

@Master Obsidian, I don't suppose I could respectfully persuade you to reveal your plans for this story's continuation, in the near future... perhaps? ^_^

[MinMax]

Just stumbled across this. Excellent work, thus far. Love to see more.