The car didn't belong on his street. Paul Williams knew every car of every house on the whole block, and the car parked two doors down was not only improperly parked on the curb, but shouldn't be in the neighborhood at all. He could see a figure in it, mostly a shadow. He blamed his neighbors. He'd seen this car before, a few days earlier. Parked one drive over from his own.
"Kerri? You in there?" he called. She'd been banging something around in the kitchen a few minutes earlier, and, sure enough, she trotted out into the living room at his call. "The lady next door, Julie, did she mention anything yesterday."
"Like what?" Kerri asked. She'd made herself a sandwich.
Paul's well hidden temper prickled at the sight of his college educated daughter back home eating his food after he'd spent god knows how much money paying for her education. "Like remodeling or something. Maybe they're getting ready to move. She mention anything like that?"
"Nope. They're on some little staycation thing or something. Why?"
She sounded coy, he thought. Like she was putting another fast one over on her old man. "No reason, I guess. Lots of coming and going lately."
Kerri's phone chirped. She held it up in one hand and held the sandwich in the other. Her eyes glazed over, and a leering smirk spread across her face.
Kids with their phones.
A smear of mayonnaise in the corner of her mouth irritated him further. The phone locked with a click. "Dunno, like I said, she didn't say anything. They're home for the week, maybe they're catching up with old friends." She disappeared into the back of the house without waiting for another word from her father. He heard her bedroom door close and the click of the lock.
He turned back to look at the car parked down the street. The shadow inside it had gone.
I've lived next to Stan and Julie for years. If they'd had any friends, I would have seen them before now.
***
Someone else had parked in Stan's driveway. Erica had not planned for that. She sat in her parked car, far enough down from the house so they wouldn't notice if they decided to take out the trash or something. Not that she expected them to leave the house at all. They clearly had people coming to them.
Erica felt great, especially after having a long, fitful night. The pill she took as she left work started to hit her ten minutes from her apartment. It made the last leg of the journey incredibly dangerous, but she'd made it. She managed to haul herself up the stairs and onto her couch before the sleep took her. At the time, she thought that no level of fatigue could ever meet that last ditch effort to reach home. She'd been wrong.
Waking sometime later, she thought she'd fallen asleep with a refrigerator on her chest. Bleary eyed and confused, panic suppressed by the massive fatigue, she'd floundered on the couch before remembering what the pill could do and how to fix it. On shaky legs, she made it to her kitchen before collapsing into a heap of sweaty clothes and tangled hair. For a brief moment, she thought she might have made a very, very large mistake and worried what people would think when they found her propped up against a cabinet halfway to her fridge. She didn't give up, though. Getting the fridge open, she took out a carton of orange juice and drained it in three gulps. The fatigue washed out of her instantly.
She drank enough to make her stomach slosh before she waddled into her bedroom. She stripped and crawled into bed, drifting back to sleep as she noticed the peculiar twinge of want stir between her legs. Had Julie gone through this? They'd read reports of trial participants experiencing fatigue, but never imagined how severe it could be. Like running a marathon and not remembering it. She wondered if the drug shouldn't be given at home.
But no, the patients are usually not alone. You're the stupid bitch doing this illegally and without anyone to help if something went wrong.
Near dawn, she woke again. The twinge had become a wildfire. Erica nearly tore her pants trying to get them off so she could push her fingers into her pussy. The subsequent hour saw her humping a pillow, tearing apart her underwear drawer to find her vibrator, and using said vibrator to get off as many times as she could. All the while, she desperately wanted to have Stan's cock in her mouth. She managed to find a dildo and shove that between her lips. A pale substitute, but it let her compose her thoughts. After a half dozen of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced, she calmed down and went back to sleep.
She woke late, showered, dressed, and set out for Stan immediately. When she arrived, she saw a car parked in their driveway, and she panicked. Erica couldn't walk into the house demanding to blow Stan while they had a guest. She
needed
to suck him off, though. She'd never needed anything else more in her whole life. At random moments, she thought she could smell his scent on the air, the same scent she'd smelled in their house that day. The same scent that had filled her entire senses while she held his still warm cum sample. The scent that sent her down this bizarre road when she'd licked it off the side of the cup.
Whoever was in that house had to be experiencing something. She'd been exposed to Stan and Julie two days ago when they were only a few pills in. If the potency of his allure had grown since then, Erica didn't know how any woman could be in the same room with Stan without cumming in her panties. As for a man, she didn't know. Some of the case studies indicated that impotence and docility could be side effects of exposure to a man on the drug. Footnotes of footnotes in the material the study provided their clinic during certification.
Certification that I completely fucked by exposing myself and stealing the fucking drugs.
Gonna need a plan for that at some point. Some point after I get Stan's cum in my mouth so I can have one clear thought.
She'd been waiting in her car for an hour. She didn't know how long the stranger's car had been in Stan's driveway before she'd arrived. She needed to know what was going on in that house. She needed to be closer to Stan. Erica still had no idea how Julie or Stan would react to her coming back, but it was far too late to turn back. Her tits ached, likely with new growth. Her pussy had been wet since she woke up. Even if she could stop all of it, she didn't want to.
They have a back door. A gate in the fence on the side
. She grabbed her bag, doubled checked to make sure all her stolen pills were still there, and climbed out of her car. The street looked empty, but she thought someone was watching her.
Paranoia. You've done a dozen illegal things. What's a few more.
She headed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on the fence gate.
***
My dick is tired.
The amusing thought bubbled to the top of his lust drenched brain as he stroked his length above his wife's swollen tits. She'd been such a good wife that morning. He wanted to reward her with one last load before taking a well earned rest. She smiled up at him, a picture of devoted fertility. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she squeezed her breasts, pushing them up so that he could rub the underside of his cock on them if he wanted.
The familiar urge hit him. He released his dick, letting it slap down onto her tits as the first torrent of cum gushed from the tip. It splashed on her sternum and ran down her cleavage as the next spurt arced across the width of her left breast. The cum flowed down over her nipple as she raised up to cushion his cock between her breasts. Squeezing his length with her tits coaxed out another few small shots, but Stan knew he was finally spent. He gave her a pleased grunt and bent down to kiss her, tasting their friend's pussy on his wife's lips.
Sarah laid on the bed behind them. Sheer lust had driven her to fuck Stan three times before the pill's drowsiness finally overcame her. She'd fallen into the dull sleep begging Stan to keep fucking her, but he had another woman to please. One that he'd neglected as they began Sarah's conversion into a drooling sex addict like themselves. It had been strange to lie on his back beside the sleeping woman while his wife rode him, but Julie provided plenty of wonderful distraction.
Her tits had grown to mammoth boobs over the past few days. He wondered if that would happen to Sarah as well. The new woman already owned a set of boobs on the larger side. Her ass was quite flat though, and he hoped the pills would correct that small unimportant, inadequacy. Not that he would complain, of course. Having two sets of holes at his disposal had been something beyond his wildest dreams as recently as two days earlier. Now, it seemed to be the greatest blessing imaginable.
"I need to recover," he said. "Rehydrate and eat. We were supposed to have lunch before this after all. Want me to get you a towel?" He gestured to her cum covered breasts.
"No, I think I'll keep it," she said with a low purr. "Let it dry on me. My titties have been feeling weird and having your cum on them makes them feel better."
Stan grunted in response, staggering out of the room and leaving his wife to watch over their sleeping friend.
