Stan and Julie did not own enough chairs. They had, once, but the fourth to their dining room set had broken one night early during their marriage when they came home stumbling drunk. They did own a spare barstool, though. Stan sat on it beside the table, his legs splayed out and his cock and balls jutting forward obscenely. The three women eating breakfast occasionally looked at it like a fox might leer at a stray chicken.
The three women were naked, naturally. Stan couldn't envision them any other way. For the moment, their bodies still had variety, but as he looked at his wife's ravishing figure, he expected the other two women to conform over the next few days. Breasts would grow, asses would plump, tummies would tauten. Not only would they take on the wonderful sensuality that Julie displayed, but they would glow with the same fervent health that Stan and Julie shared. Erica and Sarah would grow more adventurous as they continued the medication. For the moment, their brains simply wanted sex, but that would escalate too. They'd want it in their ass. They'd want him to soak them in his cum. They'd want to jerk him off with their feet. During her first fuck that morning, Sarah wanted to be spanked while she rode Stan's cock. Julie helped her out while Erica sucked her tits. If their sexual fervor could be measured out in sand, then each of them strove to find a kink that would add one more grain to the pile.
Not that Stan disagreed, but deep in his mind was a dull worry that he would lose himself completely. When he woke surrounded by three gorgeous women, his wife already sliding herself onto his cock, his mind had no other purpose than to fuck, to eat, and to sleep. He couldn't even speak. They communicated with grunts, moans, and touch. After all three women had a load of cum in them, and Julie two, his thoughts cleared enough to ponder the philosophical ramifications of what they'd done to themselves, and what they were doing to Sarah and Erica. Yet a simple tug on his cock drove the thoughts away again.
The cock that jutted out from between his wide set knees looked nothing like the one he'd owned the previous week. They had not measured it in a long while, but he guessed it had reached nine inches. Only Julie could take the whole length in her comfortably, but the others were quick learners. The regrown foreskin covered a wide, bulbous head that constantly oozed a trickle of precum. The shaft of his cock never softened, always hard enough for a fuck, with thick veins running up and down its length. Strangely, a good deal of the hair on his balls had dropped away, probably due to the odd changes to the skin which had thickened up, perhaps to better stave off chafing from hours of sex. Squashed beneath the porn star cock, his balls had changed as well. They were much larger, but the true changes were internal. Only a half hour since his last orgasm, the full feeling had already begun to return.
The changes did alarm him, but he liked them all the same. He liked them because of the way the women looked at his cock. Julie beamed with pride, dedicated entirely to her husband. She looked at the other two women with the same proud gaze, pleased that she could give them such a joy while also giving her husband more holes to fuck. Stan loved her more than he thought possible. As they'd fallen further and further into their carnal ways, he'd worried that his love for Julie would be supplanted, especially when Sarah joined them. It hadn't. The emotion became more tangible, somehow. It possessed him, shooting through his whole body in bursts, driving him to lunge at his wife, wrap his arms around her, and bring her into a laughing, joyous kiss. Already, looking at Sarah or Erica started smaller versions of the same feeling, but he knew that this, too, would grow.
Because they would grow. Maybe they weren't pregnant yet. Julie certainly was. He had no doubt. The other two had already taken his full load a half dozen times each. By the end of the day, he expected that number to double. Within two months, their taut bellies would begin to swell right alongside Julie's. He would have three pregnant women gagging for sex constantly. The thought should have terrified Stan, but it didn't. It made his cock throb, and he wondered if three would be enough.
Erica told them she had a plan. In between their sessions the previous night, they'd talked as much as they could. Usually conversation required one of the women to have her lips or pussy on Stan's cock. It helped keep their heads clear. Erica explained how the pharmaceutical company needed them and how fucked the company was that this trial had gotten so out of hand. Stan didn't understand how those things would help them afford to raise three separate children at once, presuming none of the women had twins — which he didn't think likely.
Of course, they had a much more immediate problem. On the table between the four of them laid the picked over remains of almost every food item left in the house. Both Sarah and Erica hit their cravings during the night. While Stan and Julie weren't ravenous to the same degree, they still had the appetites of professional weightlifters. Empty cookie trays, greasy plates that had held microwaved meals, and scattered crumbs were all that remained. Julie took everything she could out of the freezer, but the frozen meat would take hours to thaw. They only thing they didn't lack was milk.
Julie's milk, to be precise. She filled up almost as quickly as Stan's balls did. They'd drained her over and over during sex, but still more came. She started milking herself while the others played, leading to four full pitchers of ice cold milk waiting in the fridge. Stan didn't know what normal breast milk tasted like, but he guessed that Julie's tasted better. It also seemed to be hurrying along the changes to Erica and Sarah's bodies. Sarah in particular, having only been on one dose of the pill, had already started to show the same kind of massive breast growth that Julie didn't get until day three.
Julie and Stan took their seventh pill without hesitation. Other than Julie's spontaneous lactation and maybe a few more centimeters on Stan's cock, the sixth did not have much physical effect. They didn't think the seventh would either, but Stan wondered if it would cement their changes. The idea of going back to a normal man frightened him more than anything else.
Sarah drained the last of her milk from the glass. It was her turn. She moved to Stan with a graceful glide, turning around to face the table while Stan scooted forward on his stool. His cock slipped into her easily. It still amazed him how quickly he could sheath inside any of the women while still being squeezed so tight. Sarah wiggled her ass back against him, trying to get all of his cock inside of her. She groaned as she reached her limit, eight inches. Stan didn't mind. Erica put forward the idea that their internals were adjusting just the same as their external bodies were changing. Julie agreed, reminding Stan of her tightness and ability to squeeze his cock like a vice. Sarah would get there, he knew.
His hands slid up her side, relishing in the touch of the new woman's body. He didn't know her. They'd talked for a sum total of four hours in their whole lives, most of which had been in the past day. Sarah was Julie's friend, not his. Now she was another of his brood mothers, milking his cock while shaking the table where the other two women sat touching themselves as they watched Sarah get bred. Stan grunted and flooded her pussy with cum. She slid off him and knelt between his legs to clean his dick with her mouth.
"What about food?" Stan asked, his hand moving through Sarah's hair while his eyes focused on the delicious curve of her ass.
"Sarah and I could go," Erica said. She moved around the table and knelt between Julie's legs, pushing her tongue into her mistress.
"Not sure about that," Julie said between gasps. "You two are already farther along on one pill than we were at four. Definitely can't send you together without you fucking in the frozen foods section."
"We need food." Stan pulled Sarah off his hardened cock, turned her back toward the others and shoved himself into her again. Her pussy squeezed harder this time, wanting to milk him quickly before the others realized she was getting two turns.
"I have an idea," Julie said.
***
Kerri opened her phone and looked at the pictures again. Julie sent it late in the night, but Kerri had been awake already fantasizing about the thing in the photo. Stan's cock. It was huge. And it was covered in his cum and Julie's juices. Kerri's vibrator earned its worth with that picture in her hand.
She couldn't get them out of her head. Since she dropped by their house, Kerri could focus on nothing other than Stan and Julie. Sure, she'd always had a crush on Stan. It had faded when she went to college, but then she saw him running in the park. He'd gotten fit. He exuded a masculine charm that boys her age didn't yet possess. That small encounter, one Stan didn't even know about, reinvigorated her old flame. But when she'd talked to Julie, something changed.
Kerri finished getting dressed and headed for the front door. She didn't want to have to explain to her father what she was doing, but he lurked in their living room like a caged dog. "Where are you going? Out to get a job?" he grumbled at her from his spot on the couch.
"Julie from next door wanted my help running some errands for her," Kerri answered.
"Your help? What's she need your help for? Already has the street clogged up with illegally parked cars. I'm a right mind to call the police." He crossed his arms on his chest, almost hugging himself.
