Conservation of Mass (f->H, autofellatio, weirdness)

Story by shangbryan

Hey all! Long time lurker, first time poster.

Inspired by charlemainbolivar's Helping Lex, I've whipped up my own story with some similar themes. Could probably use an editing pass, eventually, and I have some follow-up thoughts, so we'll see if the must strikes me. Enjoy!

Conservation of Mass

Part 1: The Experimental Time

by Shangbryan

“Look what I found!” Carrie declared as she slid into the booth. She'd dragged me out to the club for….I don't know, Arbor Day?… even though I had studying to do. Roommates, right? Part of me was thankful for her. I came from this sleepy Illinois town, where Carrie hailed from the big city. You could tell with how she partied – hard and long. Not to say she was dumb. Not at all, pretty smart, actually. She just treated 'having a wild night' as if it offered course credit.

“X?” I asked. I didn't really know my drugs. Alcohol, pot, that's about as far as I went, unless you count accidental NyQuil binges.

Carrie pouted at me and stuck out her tongue. “Modtabs. Brand new!” she bounced with glee.

“Ugh, really? You know some of us are happy with our bodies.”

“Mmmmmmmand?” Carried asked. “Do you want your ice cream good, or fabulous?”

“I don't want to buy all new bras, I know that,” I said. Which was sort of true. Carrie had gone through her own change right when she moved in at the start of the semester. College was a time to try new things, she'd explained, hence the third breast.

It looked great, a nice, symmetrical mound between Carrie's other two, giving her a pleasant shelf of chest, and some wicked side boob at that. It helped she had flare too, with her latex red dress, the top made almost exclusively of straps. It made my own black cocktail number look dowdy.

Carrie stuck her tongue out at me. “It'd look good on you!” she declares. “Not that you're not cute, just...kind of….”

“Homely?”

“Standard,” Carrie said. No venom in her tone, but I knew it was one of the worst things a person could be in her eyes.

I snatched the bag of glittery blue pills. “So what'll these do?” I asked, eyeing them for any kind of label.

“Wellllllll….” Carrie stalled.

“Oh, what, you expect me to just take this blind and….and….grow a second head?”

“Hot,” Carrie muttered, and then looked at me. “It'll give you a cock,” she said.

I just stared.

“It's all the rage!” Carrie declared. She wasn't entirely wrong. Glamor mags liked to talk up the latest celebrity mods. More and bigger breasts always ranked, there was that brief taur fad last year, and now, cocks for ladies.

I bit my lip as I mulled it over. True, college was a time experiment. When else would I be able to reinvent myself? Then again, it could wreck up my sex life, not to mention how my family would react.

Maybe everything Carrie had said got to me. Maybe cultural expectations finally wore me down. Or maybe I was just drunk. Whatever it was, I snatched the bag from Carrie's hand and opened it up. I fumbled a few times, unable to grab one. In frustration I tipped the whole thing over and poured them into my hand. Before Carrie could stop me, I shoved them in my mouth and swallowed them down, leaving my roommate staring.

“This….will be interesting,” she said.

Being a mature college freshman, I stuck my tongue out at her.

The rest of the evening became a blur. I knew it took time for modtabs to kick in, and Carrie never wastes a chance to party. We drank, we danced, I kind of made out with a guy. Suffice to say, all a blur.

That made the next morning harsh. Super harsh. I woke up with my head pounding, groaning and shifting in bed. My bed, which answered some questions. No, I didn't go home with that guy, and no, he didn't come home with me.

My consciousness started to poke out of its comfy hangover blanket. Something was off. Something not quite right. I rolled in bed, kicking my legs against the covers and rubbing my hair of my eyes.

The blankets moved. My hair stayed put.

Strangeness pushed me towards more wakefulness, and so I kicked again and sat up.

Woah. Wierd shit going down. Things felt so off. I only had on panties, pretty normal for me. This pair would not be getting worn again, as my cock shredded them overnight.

Yup, my cock. And damn was it big. The soft flesh tube lay down against my right thigh, giving it a run for the money on thickness and reaching the knee.

Crap. Crap crap crap.

I try to move my legs together and wince. Balls. Duh. Big things in a taught, hairless sack, each as big as my fist.

Which….is sort of funny, if you think about it, since I didn't have fists anymore.

That's wha

... more on the forums ...