More Cough Syrup - futa/f, transformation, sex

Now and then a curious girl or mature woman asks about the mystery in her panties and most discover it fascinating.

For the last week she hadn't been dipping her sausage in hot sauce for the greater good, since she's comfortable with the necessary timing her erections had and her new body gave her a ton of self esteem.

On a shopping trip to buy a few new panties and clothes she found some curious eyes yet again.

"Sarah? Oh my god, you're beautiful!" A fiery ginger wearing sunglasses and a very flamboyant dress complimented her.

Sarah turned herself to meet another old college companion, fortunately not a cheerleader, jock prize girl or bully.

"Oh, Layla, how are you doing? I thought you were in Europe," Sarah looked her in the eyes, she was a tall girl, basketball team and all.

"Yeah I'm around because I got an estate heirloom to visit, my aunt passed away and I'm the one she wanted to see after her things, My parents are kinda busy with work," She sighed bored out of her skull.

"My condolences, she was a very kind teacher, I love math because of her," Sarah felt her chest heave with the good memories.

"Yeah, thanks, but you don't seem to be doing much calculus nowadays, you're so buff, wow, brains and brawn, you might've landed a good guy," She felt her bicep over the shirt, hard and stiff with her sudden move.

"Ah, that's just a growth spurt, I'm an easy gainer," She shyly dismissed her.

"Well I may need a hand with some things at aunt's place, so why don't you come and help me? I thought of calling a guy but you know they're always thinking on screwing girls at kinky places, I really don't need that cleaning the place," Layla curled her hair on her fingers, eating Sarah's body with her bluish-green eyes.

"Sure I can give a hand but I really need to get some panties, mine are in shambles, too much sweat," Sarah blushed, recalling most of her panties got stretched or ripped apart by thunderous hard ons while taking pictures for her Tinder profile.

"Really? I have a lot of satin back home, plain cotton feels like old times, aren't your breasts a bit tight in these sports bras? Damn, I hate when they leave welts, it sucks, listen, I can get you a bunch of decent lingerie if you help me, aunt used to sell some good stuff, I'm sure there might have lots of unsold merchandise," Layla says determined to yank her off the store.

"Well, let's give it a try then," Sarah bit the bait, hook and line.

After all it isn't likely she knows about her condition or wants to get frisky in the late aunt's home. Or is it?

They leave the store, Sarah caring enough to put her unbought items back into place, chatting about their college times walking to her car.

"Okay, so I take you've got your own ride, you'll want me to follow you to your aunt's home?" Sarah asked, still thinking of the late math teacher.

"Nah, I came on taxi, your car has a big trunk, we could use it to pick a few things back to my place, most we'll give to Salvation Army I guess, I'll stay two weeks in town just for that, you've got a day off right?" Layla really knew how to convince, her luck never left her hanging too.

"Yeah, if it's not too far I can handle the gas, do you have any money?" Sarah asked, wondering how well she fared on Europe to be so airheaded to ask favors for old time friends.

"Got a few bucks on me, cred-cards but I don't think it'll be necessary, I'm giving you free lingerie and you lend me those guns of yours, I couldn't pay one of the guys with panties and bras, you know?" Layla smiled largely.

"Oh, of course, silly me," Sarah smiled back, smelling a cheapskate right away.

Arriving there, they both were silent, following the caretaker to the apartment since only he had the keys.

"Well, this is it, I'm really sorry our Matilda left us so soon, life goes on and we must do what is needed, the place's already been sold and a few boxes are there, most were collected by the Salvation Army already, she left a note before going to the hospital in case she didn't make it... Sorry, just do it, okay?" The caretaker left the girls sinking his tears under his heaving visage.

The place was almost clean, no bed, no table, couch, nothing except the boxes with lingerie. Very big boxes indeed, but why she didn't gave it all to them? Too raunchy maybe?

They packed the boxes in Sarah's car and went straight to Layla's place, an apart-hotel, almost sunset.

"There's too many, we'll need to sort out," Sarah reasonably pond

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