"Come on over! There is something you HAVE to see!" Kayla was pretty persistent over text, unusual for the often deferential farm gal. "Bring Ryan, we will need a third person."
With that strange request, we set a date for that Friday. It was my sister's turn for the monthly sleepover so with the kids safely eating pizza and watching movies down south, you and your husband were free for the night.
Putting on a touch of makeup and wearing your magenta dress, you and Ryan hop into the car and drive the ten minutes to Kayla's farm. Kayla, with her big eyes, frizzy brown hair and slender frame had been your friend for the last ten years and always was up to something.
Kayla intercepts you before you even get out of the car, waving you over to avoid the house and come directly to her loft.
Ryan, in a simple black sweater and jeans, leads the way as you pass through the bar set up and up the creaking wood steps to Kayla's cozy loft.
"So, what's the big surprise?" You ask. Kayla waves you towards the couch absent-mindedly, putting on some Stevie Nicks on the record player and shoo-ing Tadgi, her dog, downstairs. She returns with a simple wooden box.
"Okay, you remember my coworker that I told you about, Tyler?"
"Yes" "No", you roll your eyes at your husband. "Your new friend . . ." you explain,
"Right." Kayla says.
"Friend?" Ryan asks, ignoring your side-eye.
"Just a friend." Kayla says, her cheeks blushing.
"Anyways, he's a bit of a mushroom hunter and he found these." She slides open the box with a click.
Inside there are four compartments, each holding a single mushroom broken into several pieces. Inside the lid of the box there was a sticky note with clumsily drawn notes identifying each section.
In the top left, there was a dark red cap, pointed and withdrawn that looks scorched at the tips. Picking up a piece in your hand, it felt warm to the touch. The note identified it as "Calidum Corpora".
In the top right, a black smooth sided lichen had been broken into small pieces. Upon touching it, it suddenly glimmered blue, shifting shape before your eyes. "Mutationae Vitae" the note read.
In the bottom left, small rounded caps like little white grapes filled the box. They were spongey to the touch and smelled faintly of sweat. Labeled "Barbarus Occulli".
In the bottom right, the final mushrooms looked rather like purple morels, with brainlike fruit that gave off black spores to the touch. The note read "Facile Cerebreum".
"Mushrooms? We are doing mushrooms?" Ryan said excitedly.
"Yes! Tyler promised me that all of these are relatively safe. He got a degree in mycology from Fairhaven, so he's, like, an expert at this." Kayla gushed.
"A degree from Fairhaven, eh?" Ryan quipped.
"I know, but they do know their mushrooms." Kayla fired back.
"Fair point."
"So what do they do?" You interject. You want to give them a try but a few more details would be nice. "And how much do we take? Is this going to be like that creepy cabin again?"
Kayla laughed. "No no, no scary flaming tanks or creepy dolls. I think these are the real deal. Tyler said they are already broken into doses, you can take one dose or two depending on how much of an experience you want and that all of them are good. I tried googling the names but it got all technical and medical journal stuff, so I couldn't make heads or tails of it."
With that ringing endorsement, there wasn't much else to do but decide. Kayla offered the box to you,
"So, do you want to pick first?"
"Wait, first we've got to make a plan . . ." You assert.
"Oh! We could each take a different one and compare notes!" Ryan suggests. He has a point but still, you were mid-thought.
"The way Tyler was talking about it, he said the effects only last an hour. We could try them throughout the night." Kayla said. She turned to you, "I'm good with any of them, you pick for me!"
You hand Kayla two pieces of black/blue lichen and dole out a piece of the spongy morel shaped mushroom to Ryan.
"I'm excited!!" Kayla gave a little hop and then turned to you, "You gave me the good one, right?" in her best Marilyn Monroe voice, " . . . I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop." With one more shrug, she swallows both pieces. Her face screws up slightly at the taste.
"How'd it taste?" Ryan asks.
"Don't worry about it, just eat it Ryan. It'll be fine." Kayla says not at all reassuring. Ryan sticks out his tongue at her,
"Your wish is my command." and downs the piece.
Gingerly you pick up two pieces of the dried red caps. They looked harmless enough, like odd little gnome hats but they felt hot to the touch. Putting them in your mouth, they started to burn like chili flakes. You quickly swallow and take a swig of your wine.
"Gah! Okay! Let's see how this goes!" All three of you wait, expectantly, Stevie Nicks warbling in the background. The wind has picked up outside, battering the windows with rain and branches.
"So . .. cards?"
"Yeah."
Kayla clears a space on the coffee table as Ryan deals out a hand of gin rummy. This was the trickiest part of anything edible, waiting for it to kick in.
A few hands later, you aren't feeling much, but find yourself admiring Kayla's outfit. Her wardrobe is always a bit of performance art but today she's wearing a loose fitting white blouse with chunky wire jewelry and form fitting black slacks with a luxurious harvest colored shawl.
"You look great today, Kayla. I love that shawl!"
"Thank you! I made it from an old couch cushion, isn't it fantastic?" She adjusts it but her blouse gets caught. She tries to adjust her blouse but her breasts are pushing up against the fabric, pulling it tight.
"This shirt must have shrunk in the wash. Hmf." She gives it one more tug. Your cheeks grow hot, captivated by her shifting bosoms. You quickly look down before she catches you gawking. Your fingertips and toes are tingling and there is a warm heat spreading in your belly.
"That or your breasts are doubling in size." Ryan quips.
"I hope not! They can be a handful when they are bigger." Kayla laughs.
"I wouldn't mind a handful." Ryan grins. Kayla chucks a pillow at his head.
"Quiet you! Less ogling and more card playing." You say but your mind is racing. The heat from your belly has spread to your crotch. You are definitely getting excited. Your breath is starting to come shallow and quick, your nipple hardening beneath your dress. This is getting seriously distracting. You try to focus on the next hand, just one card in front of another.
"Fine, I'm taking them all!" Kayla scoops up a whole spread of cards and puts them in her hand, brushing her blonde curls out of her face.
"Kayla!" You stare in amazement, Kayla's incredible chestnut frizz has been completely transformed, shifting to a full crop of blonde curls, cascading down over her shawl. Her face was rounding out, a freckle materializing on her left cheek.
"What? What is it?" Her hands go to her hair. "Oh my god!" She leaps up to go to the mirror and
RIPPPPPP!
Her pants split all up the backside, her hips flaring out giving her the full hourglass figure. You notice your own breath is coming short, you press your thighs together as the heat fills your groin, soaking your panties with your own excitement. You are going to need to do something about this fast.
"OH my god! I look like Marilyn Monroe!" you hear from the other side of the loft as Kayla examines her new figure in the mirror, her clothes in somewhat disarray. You glance over at Ryan, he is still dutifully shuffling the cards, his eyes not leaving the table.
Your breath catching in your throat, you try and focus on something, anything else other than the raging hormones flying through your system. You turn to Ryan, as he places his points on the table. Just seeing your husband in his black zip up sweater makes you want to rip his clothes off, pin him to the couch and fuck him him till his eyes roll back in his head. Oh geez, this is going to be too much isn't it?
"Hey cutie, are you feeling alright?" He cocks his head sideways and gives a thoughtful look.
"Yes, I think so. I don't really feel much effect. Maybe because I only took one piece?"
"None of my clothes fit anymore!" You hear an exasperated and bemused Kayla from the other side of the room. Even her voice has started to sound low and breathy.
Your head whips around and you catch a glimpse of Kayla topless from behind as she rummages through her chest of drawers. Her pants are on the floor but she's tied a wrap dress around her waist, showcasing her suddenly long legs.
Oh god. You are definitely going to need to take care of business here soon or you are just going to explode! You get up, and Ryan stands with you.
"Do you need something?" he asks, concerned. YES TO GET FUCKED! Your brain screams at you but you push that voice down.
"No no, you make yourself comfortable, have a drink and if we need something, we will let you know."
"If you need something, you will let me know." Ryan repeats, somewhat robotically. The flames were encircling your nipples, rigid and hard, screaming out for attention.
You dash over to Kayla's bedroom area, where she is holding up a baggy sweatshirt in front of her chest, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
"Wow, you look alot like her!" you babble. She turns around and drops the sweatshirt, your eyes immediately shift to her full bosoms and trim waist. Oh god, you can't. Your pussy gushes.
"Check these puppies out! They're huge!" She laughs and waves her breasts back and forth.
"Go on, give them a feel, they aren't mine!" You reach out and caress her soft full breasts. You are trembling, your hips subconsciously tensing and untensing.
"Are you okay?" She asks, unconcerned with her own nakedness.
